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• Artiste: Marc Almond & the Willing Sinners
• Titre: Champ
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Way back then I was a champion A fighter in the ring And all the crowds would cheer My praises they would sing Now I am a forgotten man A hobo out alone No champ to push me on Nothing, no-one to call my own I was a dark eyed boy Stars in his eyes Promises made flesh and blood Grip of arm And granite charm Oh, times were golden Times were good Sinew young And skin of ore Molten and streaming with dreams Now I nod away the days Barely remembering names it seems Oh, I would smile To hear the bell Ringing out my glory Like a bull I paced the ring My bloody territory I held on high The fist in glove The symbol of my power Now I wait A punch drunk fool To fade away forever Broken noses Broken jaws And many broken hearts An idol And a hero Till my courage fell apart And now my brain a-ringing With the final bell and count They hold my hand up limply Told the world That I was OUT! I didn't mind the scars The blood The crushing of the hand But to lose a nation's Love, respect Is something I'll never understand I'm gonna bury my head And cry