| Call.
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| Calling out.
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| Calling it off.
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| And now, just lie in the bed that you’ve made.
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| Trying to leave/break/walk away, but it’s hard
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| when you’re holding my hand,
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| holding my heart in your teeth.
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| And if I’m not your love, if I’m not what’ll I be?
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| Oh I’m seeing stars.
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| Years, come down,
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| cut like an anchor
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| through the mud and stone,
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| just dragging behind.
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| Oh my god.
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| Get up, get up, get up,
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| put the gloves back on,
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| back in the ring,
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| get up, get up, put the gloves back on,
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| get back in the ring,
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| hit the ground, nothing comes easy,
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| gloves back on, back in the ring, hey, hey…
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| I’ve been here before but I still can’t talk myself down.
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| Yeah, I’ve see the view from the cliffs and the catacombs.
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| With my arm in a sling, my lonely heart in a jar,
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| until another day, oh I’m seeing stars.
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| Years, come down,
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| cut like an arrow,
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| through the heart and bone,
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| I’m dragging behind.
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| Oh my god.
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| Get up, get up, get up,
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| put the gloves back on,
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| back in the ring,
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| get up, get up
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| put the gloves back on,
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| get back in the ring,
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| hit the ground, nothing comes easy,
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| gloves back on, back in the ring hey, hey.
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| One more time, back in the ring… |