| Eyes are on the ring
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| Watching for the blood
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| Closer to defeat
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| Nearer to the mud
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| Bet you got a girl outside
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| A heavyweight with lots of pride
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| Waiting for the count from 1 to 10
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| One below the belt
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| Hanging on the rope
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| Hands begin to swell
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| And I can’t keep up my gloves
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| And I feel punches like a razor’s edge
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| Their tearing deep inside my head
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| No one there to throw my towel in
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| Is there something I should know
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| Why won’t anybody tell me
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| Now before they beat my brains out
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| On the floor
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| Is there something I should know
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| I will always be the loser
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| For it doesn’t really matter
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| Where I go
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| Standing in the ring
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| And one more round to go
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| Living day to day
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| For one way TKO
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| Now I meet you face to face
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| So keep your pity
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| It’s too late
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| Time will come to let you feel the rain, no no
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| Is there something I should know
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| Why won’t anybody tell me
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| Now before they beat my brains out
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| On the floor
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| Is there something I should know
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| I will always be the loser
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| For it doesn’t really matter
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| Where I go
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| Oh Is there something I should know
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| Why won’t anybody tell me
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| Now before they beat my brains out
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| On the floor
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| Is there something I should know
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| I will always be the loser
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| For it doesn’t really matter
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| Where I go
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| Oh is there something
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| Is there something I should know
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| Is there something I should know
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| Is there something I should know
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| Something, Something
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| Something I should know
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| Is there Something I should know
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| Is there Something I should know |