Bad news is come to town He's walking three feet off the ground He's ordering another round. Bound by his own ideas, Lost, doesn't know where she is found.
Bad news is fighting mad He went and lost the biggest prize he ever had But a prizefighter can't be sad When he smiles under golden lights and lamps Taking daylight fights again and again.
Bad news is come to town He's walking three feet off the ground He's ordering another round. Bound by his own ideas, Lost, doesn't know where she is gone.
Bad news is fighting mad He went and lost the biggest prize he ever had But a prizefighter can't be sad When he smiles under golden lights and lamps Taking daylight fights again and again.
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