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| Song: | Prizefighter | 
 
| Album: | Fuckin Up | Genres: |   |  
| Year: |   | Length: | 358 sec | 
 
 
Lyricist: Bush
Lyrics: 
 There are days
 When I fear for my life
 Think that's strange
 Well that's the waste of you
 
 Sun up, time now for you to run
 I will always know you, you're a special one
 Now I'm up on this climb, up on this climb
 I won't fade away
 
 The best is yet to come
 Sad you're not around
 The best is yet to come
 Better get your feet back on the ground
 
 Prisoner or passenger
 A free man or scavenger
 I'm a prizefighter
 I'm a prizefighter
 
 Who will be there
 Cover when you fall
 We're all chasing something
 How come you never call
 
 The best is yet to come
 Sad you're not around
 The best has just begun
 Better get your feet back on the ground
 Better get your feet back on the ground
 
 Prisoner or passenger
 A free man or scavenger
 I'm a prizefighter
 I'm a prizefighter
 
 Prisoner or passenger
 A free man or scavenger
 I'm a prizefighter
 I'm a prizefighter
 I'm a prizefighter
 
 I thought you all were beautiful
 It doesn't make sense, sense, sense
 
 I'm a prizefighter
 I'm a prizefighter
 I'm a prizefighter
 I'm a prizefighter 
	
	
	 
	
		
		
	
	
  
	
			
	   	 
      
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