A bruiseful moon play fights with the stars,
This place is our prison, its cells 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 rain meets my face by the count of three
An unwanted son pulls rank in the sky,
The boxer isn’t finished, he’s not ready to die,
I’m attracted to the light, I am attracted to the heat
It’s a violent night, there are boxers in the streets.
Damn this place, makes a boy out of me,
The rain meets my face by the count of three
Damn this place, makes a boy out of me,
The rain meets my face by the count of three
The rain meets my face on a foreign old ???
Days to the final end,
Days to the final end,
Days to the final end,
Days to the final end.
compositores: CHRISTOPHER URBANOWICZ, EDWARD LAY, RUSSELL LEETCH, THOMAS SMITH
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