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domingo, 21 de agosto de 2011

Editors - The Boxer



A bruised full moon 
Play fights with the stars,
This Place is our prison, 
it's cells are the bars 
So take me to town 
I wanna dance with the city 
Show me something ugly,
Show me something pretty 

Damn this place 

makes a boy out of me 
The ring meets my face 
by the count of three! 

An Unwanted sun 

pulls rank in the sky 
The Boxer isn’t finished 
He’s not ready to die 
I’m attracted to the light 
I’m attracted to the heat 
It’s a violent night 
There are boxers in the street 

Damn this place 

makes a boy out of me 
The ring meets my face 
by the count of three! 

And damn this place 

makes a boy out of me 
The ring meets my Face 
before an oak tree 

Dazed in the final rounds 

Dazed in the final rounds
Dazed in the final rounds
Dazed in the final rounds