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Every day a little harder
Look out boy, you′re on your own
Every day a little softer
You don't seem to be on your toes
It′s just a job, swing with the punches
Pick up your hands, sting like a bee
Prizefighters, heading for home
Prizefighters, everyone knows
Prizefighters, heading for home
Prizefighters, everyone knows
Every day a little slower
It's just the sweat in my eyes
You don't look the way you used to
Don′t drink that water though it tastes nice
On the ropes and in a corner
You′ve just got to give me one more try
Prizefighters, heading for home
Prizefighters, everyone knows
Prizefighters, heading for home
Prizefighters, everyone knows
Who makes the money?
I didn't spend it
The dice were loaded once or twice
Prizefighters, heading for home
Prizefighters, everyone knows
Prizefighters, heading for home (home)
Prizefighters, everyone knows
Prizefighters, heading for home (heading for home)
Prizefighters
Prizefighters
Prizefighters
Prizefighters
Prizefighters
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Writer(s): Steve James Howe, Stephen Richard Hackett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
