I get up, again and again.
I don't have to throw a fist; I don't have to throw a thing. I just get up, again and again. Until the ring and everything in it learns I am not going out without a fight. Until I hear them play my song till, they cheer for the underdog. I get up again and again, place your bets I refuse to throw the fight. I refuse to throw a thing. I get up again and again that's how I know I will win.
Concrete Angel
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