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1st Strophe: |
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Out for the first - the atmosphere is heavy |
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World title lays on the line |
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Strong and proud he is much older |
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I am the faster I'm in my prime |
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2nd Strophe: |
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Third round late he starts to tire |
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Open cut over his left eye |
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Smelling blood attack is relentless |
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In the back seats I see his girl cry |
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Chorus I: |
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Cry - No mercy , no quarter |
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No place to hide for me and the man |
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Lefts and rights never came in harder |
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No mercy , take it while you can - now! |
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No mercy take it while you can |
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3rd Strophe: |
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Back in my corner they scream ' No mercy !" |
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' Put him away , don't let him recover !" |
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Someone's eyes drills holes in my head |
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It is his proud determined mother |
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Chorus II: |
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Cry - No mercy , no quarter |
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No place to hide for me or the man |
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Right and wrong never came in harder |
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No mercy , take it while you can - now! |
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No mercy , take it while you can |
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Solo |
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4th Strophe: |
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I wish another could do this thing for me |
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His eyes are flooded , doubt he can even see |
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I hungered this title but now it don't seem right |
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I fight back tears while I destroy his life |
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Chorus I |
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Chorus II |
