 The Last Fight
The Last Fight
Time feels like I've been back in jail
Like when I was doing time in the can
Spend all night on a bended knee
Just to beg for something to believe
Left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree
This fight could be the last fight
No giving and no winning
One time could be all the time
Should we decide to end the misery
Time heals all of the burned out bridges
Filled with nothing more more than misery
With the mask of the unbattled son
Trying to beg for something to believe
Left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree
This fight could be the last fight
No giving and no winning
One time could be all the time
Should we decide to end the misery
Breaking the chains of featherwights and giants
With the stain forever lasting liars
There afraid when we spit out the fire
And start living
This fight could be the last fight
No living and no winning
One time could be all the time
Should we decide to end the misery
This fight could be the last fight
No giving and no winning
One time could be all the time
Should we decide to end the misery...
Velvet Revolver
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