I'm gonna fight
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This fight
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And try to get out of here
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And I'm going in with my life
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To make sure that you'll disappear
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And I will mount you
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Press my knees on both sides
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And you will let me
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Let me, let me ride
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And if you don't than I won't
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Leave you galloping in my national park
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I'll track you down
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'Cause I know
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Every corner of this countryside
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And I will mount you
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Press my knees on both sides
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And you will let me
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Let me, let me ride
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I'll pull your mane
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As hard as I can
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Stick my fingers in your mouth with my cramped-up hand
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Until you stop
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Then I'll try to get off
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Still I'm hanging in your body parts
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And even though you are ten Goliaths
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I'll hold
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I'll hold at feast your head
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And as I rest on my wounded left
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I'll kick you randomly in the chest
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And I'll show you how ribs can capture air
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And leave unbearable pressure
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And when you're down
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I'll lay beside you
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I'll catch the remaining glimmer in your eyes
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And then later
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I'll ask you
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As my last and final rescue
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Now you know
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Tell me why
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And then I'll let you
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I'll let you ride
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Now you know
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Tell me why
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And I'll let you
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Let you, let you ride
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The Fight Song
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Ane Brun |