Fighter

I'm a fighter, make it work
I'm a fighter, make it hurt
I can take it, do your worst
I'm a fighter, make it hurt

Got a lot of nerve to come here and show off
And dig up dirt
Got a lot a nerve to come here and act like
It never hurt
Didn't mean to get sentimental
No, that isn't fair
It doesn't mean I don't care
It doesn't mean I've been there

I'm a fighter, make it hurt
I'm a fighter, make it hurt
I'm a fighter, do your worst
I'm a fighter, make it hurt

Staring off blank into the distance
When I hit the ground
Maybe that's why I look so defeated
In the second round
Nothing else seems to matter much
When I'm in that chair
It doesn't mean I don't care
It doesn't mean I've been there

I'm a fighter, make it count
I'm a fighter, make it count
I'm a fighter, make it count
I'm a fighter, making out

No way I'm going down easy
When the bomb gets dropped alright
No way you're taking me over
Nothing like you thought and now
No way of saying I'm sorry
For what's been said and done
No way I'm going out easy

I'm a fighter, make it count
I'm a fighter, make it count
I'm a fighter, make it count
I'm a fighter, making out



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Writer(s): Thomas Sandri
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