I should write down these words ¡®fore I lose them
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Or write you a song just to use them
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Someday you may wanna know who I am,
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Beyond this facade no guitar in my hand
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No I am not a writer
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These eyes hold no secrets I hide no truths
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I am all I am, all I was to you
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The lie and the promise, the great escape artist,
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The weed in your garden in that place you¡¯re still guarding
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Where I am not a liar
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I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
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I am the fighter, few will remember my name
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These are hands that can offer protection
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But hid me from my own reflection
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I¡¯m that book that ain¡¯t finished, a sink full of dishes,
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The horse that ain¡¯t winning, the priest that¡¯s still sinning
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The spark that starts the fire
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I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
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I am the fighter, few will remember my name
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With loneliness next to me, feels its misery, nursing another black eye
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On the New Jersey turnpike, counting the headlights
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Those cars just like days pass me by
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I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
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I am the fighter, few will remember my name
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I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
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I am the fighter, a fighter¡¯s born but not made
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I should write down these words ¡®fore I lose them
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Or write you a song just to use them.
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The Fighter
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| Bon Jovi & Jon Bon Jovi |
