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Artiste:
Glorious Sons (The)
Titre:
The Contender
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I could have been a contender but my head wasn't cold enough As a child my wild eyes made up for what I was not Now the chains rattle and I don't even care I'm too young to be sure and I'm far too old to be scared By the gun, by the bullet, by the trigger, by the times I could have been a contender By the last drop of blood that I can squeeze from my prime I'm gonna be a contender Well if you think it's easy, you best come well prepared I live in no man's land, and you'll have to kill me there I still love the taste of sweat and I love the smell of blood I love the rattle in my head, I love the fire in my lungs By the gun, by the bullet, by the trigger, by the times I could have been a contender By the last drop of blood that I can squeeze from my prime I'm gonna be a contender You were right to be mad about the things your mother never taught you 'Cause I was there when the upper cut caught you I was there for the ten count To tell you the truth, you're better off being naked with death You're better off naked with regret You're better off make with your truth I'd still put my money on you, I'd still put my money on you I'd still put my money on you, 'cause kid you got heart By the gun, by the bullet, by the trigger, by the times I could have been a contender By the last drop of blood that I can squeeze from my prime I'm gonna be a contender