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