Ask me to play it for you
The fighter (tentative title)
the fighter, he bruised my face
the fall is such a waist
and you just wanted to get away from this place
can you teach a man to fly
a hand to say goodbye
can you teach me to not ask why
there must be a matter or two
you must have know I was playing to loose
but there must be something the matter with me
I guess I'd have know you were going to leave
would you please not look me in the eyes
you never want to try
why do you keep me around each time I lie
oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
of the bluebird as she sings
of the bluebird as she sings
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