Every day, a little harder
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Look out boy, you're on your own
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Every day a little softer
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You don't seem to be on your toes
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Its just a job swing with the punches
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Pick up your hands, sting like a bee
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Prizefighters... heading for home
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Prizefighters... everyone knows
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Prizefighters... heading for home
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Prizefighters... everyone knows
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Every day a little slower
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Its just the sweat in my eyes
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You don't look the way you used to
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Don't drink that water though it tastes nice
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On the ropes and in a corner
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Just gotta give me one more chance
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Prizefighters... heading for home
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Prizefighters... everyone knows
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Prizefighters... heading for home
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Prizefighters... everyone knows
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Who makes the money?
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I didn't spend it
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The dice were loaded once or twice
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Prizefighters... heading for home
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Prizefighters... everyone knows
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Prizefighters... heading for home
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Prizefighters... everyone knows
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Prizefighters... heading for home
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Prizefighters...
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Prizefighters...
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[repeat through fade]
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Prizefighters
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| Steve Hackett |
