my immortal
i'm so tired of being here
suppressed by all of my childish fears
and if you have to leave
i wish that you would just leave
because your presence still lingers here
and it won't leave me alone
these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase
when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
and i've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me
you used to captivate me
by your resonating light
but now i'm bound by the life you left behind
your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase
when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
and i've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me
i've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
and though you're still with me
i've been alone all along
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JOE:
So you wanna be a boxer
In the golden ring
Can you punch like a south-bound freight train
Tell me just one thing
Can you move in a word like a humming bird's wing
If you need to? (Ooh, that's fast!)
Can you bob, can you weave
Can you fake, and deceive when you need to?
Well, you might as well quit
If you haven't got it
So you wanna be a boxer
Can you pass the test?
I can tell if you've got it in you
I've trained the best
When you work and you sweat
And you bet that you train to a buzz-saw (ZZzziiing!)
Then you near lose your mind
When you find that your little boy has a glass jaw
So you might as well quit
If you haven't got it.
BOXERS:
Putting him in the ring, Joe
Look at what you found
We can use the fun, Joe
Pushing him around
Well show him the ropes
And destroy his hopes
Put him in the ring, Joe
Give the guy a chance
Let him feel the sting, Joe
We can make him dance
We'll pulp him to bits
Then he'll call it quits for sure, Joe
JOE:
So you wanna be a boxer
Wanna be the champ
There's a golden boy inside you
Not a punched-out tramp
If you listen and you learn
There's an honour you can earn and defend here
When you do see the crown
You're a king not a clown
A contender
But you might as well quit
If you haven't got it
BOXERS:
Put him in the ring, Joe
Something new to punch
Let me have a swing, Joe
Then we'll go to lunch
We'll make it quite swift
Then he'll get the drift
Put him in the ring, Joe
Chicken a la carte
Let me have a wing, Joe
Tearing him apart
That chicken will crow
Let me have him Joe!
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JOE:
So you wanna be a boxer
In the golden ring
Can you punch like a south-bound freight train
Tell me just one thing
Can you move in a word like a humming bird's wing
If you need to? (Ooh, that's fast!)
Can you bob, can you weave
Can you fake, and deceive when you need to?
Well, you might as well quit
If you haven't got it
So you wanna be a boxer
Can you pass the test?
I can tell if you've got it in you
I've trained the best
When you work and you sweat
And you bet that you train to a buzz-saw (ZZzziiing!)
Then you near lose your mind
When you find that your little boy has a glass jaw
So you might as well quit
If you haven't got it.
BOXERS:
Putting him in the ring, Joe
Look at what you found
We can use the fun, Joe
Pushing him around
Well show him the ropes
And destroy his hopes
Put him in the ring, Joe
Give the guy a chance
Let him feel the sting, Joe
We can make him dance
We'll pulp him to bits
Then he'll call it quits for sure, Joe
JOE:
So you wanna be a boxer
Wanna be the champ
There's a golden boy inside you
Not a punched-out tramp
If you listen and you learn
There's an honour you can earn and defend here
When you do see the crown
You're a king not a clown
A contender
But you might as well quit
If you haven't got it
BOXERS:
Put him in the ring, Joe
Something new to punch
Let me have a swing, Joe
Then we'll go to lunch
We'll make it quite swift
Then he'll get the drift
Put him in the ring, Joe
Chicken a la carte
Let me have a wing, Joe
Tearing him apart
That chicken will crow
Let me have him Joe!
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surroundings." -Lord Whimsy
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