| I’m love forty down
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| As the match slips away from me, I need the crowd to pray for me
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| To turn this one around
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| I’ve worked far too hard to be this far from victory
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| I’m battered and I’m bruised
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| And I can’t afford to lose
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| I’m love forty down
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| As the day slips away from me, I have to say that honestly
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| I still haven’t found
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| The person who can take the strain of deuce, advantage, back again
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| So, I’ll do this on my own
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| There’s no one waiting when I’m done
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| In the time it takes for the serve to rise and fall
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| We’ll find out if I am man or mouse, if I am set to stand or fall
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| I’m love forty down
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| And I can well recall the day my father reached the ancient age
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| That’s now bearing down
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| The barrel of my fourth decade and honestly I am afraid
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| I’m long in the tooth
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| But I’m ready for the truth
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| In the time it takes for the serve to rise and fall
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| We’ll find out if I am man or mouse, if I am set to stand or fall
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| In the time it takes for the umpire to flip his coin
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| We’ll find out if I can take the strain if I can make it through break point
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| I’m love forty down
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| I’m gonna turn this one around
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| I’m love forty down
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| I’m gonna turn this one around
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| Break point (I'm love forty down)
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| Break point (I'm love forty down)
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| I’m gonna turn this one around |