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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 that book that ain’t
finished a sink full of dishes
The horse that ain’t winning
the 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 misery nursing another
black eye
On the New Jersey turnpike
counting the headlights
Those 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