| Another knock down, drag out war of attrition
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| A feigned retreat in Parthian style
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| Full gallop sittin' tall in the saddle
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| Well, look back and let the arrows fly
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| Another hunter has become the hunted
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| In the blink of an eye
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| For every hard won battle, baby
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| There’s a losing side
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| I’ll give it to you, you’re the champ tonight
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| High noon and we’re standin' on Main Street
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| All or nothin', and there’s no backing out
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| No second thoughts about a reputation
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| Just clear leather and the hammer comes down
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| Living always and always dyin'
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| If only on the inside
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| For every hard won battle, baby
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| There’s a losing side
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| It doesn’t matter, you’re the champ tonight
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| Now you’re back on the ropes with an uppercut comin'
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| Another haymaker, and we’ll call it a night
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| But you’re wearin' me out, and I’m lettin' my guard down
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| A rope-a-dope surprise, surprise
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| And now the crowd’s gonna get what they paid for
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| Nobody’s takin' a dive
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| For every hard won battle, baby
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| There’s a losing side
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| I’ll hand it to you, you’re the champ tonight
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| You’re the champ tonight
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| You’re the champ tonight |