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Hey man, now get in the ring, |
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Greased face, taped fist and you wait |
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Here goes just about everything, |
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With the clock running always too late |
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I may be blind, I may be dumb, |
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I may be just a little bit tighter |
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I can't stay down, it's a habit of mine, |
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A goddamn miracle fighter |
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[Chorus:] |
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Come on over to the other side where the punches sting |
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Hit your stride |
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Hey this method is bona-fide and we word it down to the |
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DOWN TO THE BONE |
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Come on over to the other side, where the sun don't shine |
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It's nationwide |
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All our differences are set aside, and we work it down to the |
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DOWN TO THE BONE |
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Hey man, black, blue and ya beat, |
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Shake it off, now stare 'em down dead |
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You lose just about everything, |
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If you're boxing with god in your head |
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We may be deaf may be dumb |
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Wrapped just a little bit tighter |
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Won't stay down not an option to find |
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Goddamn marathon fighters |
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[Chorus] |
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What I know, is all I know |
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And where we go is our own story |
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What I know is all I know |
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And when we go it's out to glory |
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Come on over to the other side |
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Come on over to the other side |
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Come on over to the other side |
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Come on over down to the bone |
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Come on over to the other side |
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Come on over to the other side |
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Come on over to the other side |
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Come on over down to the bone |
