The Good Fight
Round after round
Pound after pound
Gotta get up
Can't stay down
The fight is on
The curtain's never drawn
Arms are heavy
Legs are weak
Oh, my God, it's only round three
Gotta get up
Can't stay down
Months of training trying to burn the flab
Training to be quick
Training to duck the jab
Gotta get up
Can't stay down
Everybody's watching
Money is on the line
Family's clinching
Closing their eyes
Gotta get up
Can't stay down
The fight is over
The crowd is in the mist
In the locker room alone icing swollen fists
Gotta get up
End of round
The fight is over
The fightt is over...
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