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| Bush The Science Of Things Prizefighter 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 were all 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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