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If my man was fighting |
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Some unholy war |
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I would be behind him |
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Straight shook up beside him |
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With strength he didn't know |
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It's you I'm fighting for |
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He can't lose with me in tow |
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I refuse to let him go |
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At his side and drunk on pride |
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We wait for the blow |
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We put it in writing |
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But who you writing for |
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Just us on kitchen floor |
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Justice done, |
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Reciting my stomach standing still |
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Like you're reading my will |
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He still stands in spite of what his scars say |
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I'll battle till this bitter finale |
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Just me, my dignity and this guitar case |
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Yes my man is fighting some unholy war |
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And I will stand beside you |
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Who you fighting for |
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B - I would have died too |
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I'd of liked to |
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If my man was fighting |
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Some unholy war |
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If my man was fighting |
