[00:00.93]The Fighter
[00:01.28]Bon Jovi
[00:01.60]
[00:14.56]I should write down these words ‘fore I lose them
[00:23.69]Or write you a song just to use them
[00:32.09]Someday you may wanna know who I am,
[00:37.23]Beyond this facade no guitar in my hand
[00:42.16]No I am not a writer
[00:50.47]
[00:51.97]These eyes hold no secrets I hide no truths
[01:00.54]I am all I am, all I was to you
[01:09.46]The lie and the promise, the great escape artist,
[01:14.33]The **** in your garden in that place you’re still guarding
[01:19.32]Where I am not a liar
[01:27.72]
[01:28.29]I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
[01:37.88]I am the fighter, few will remember my name
[01:48.36]
[01:50.77]These are hands that can offer protection
[01:59.99]But hid me from my own reflection
[02:08.07]I’m that book that ain’t finished, a sink full of dishes,
[02:13.53]The horse that ain’t winning, the priest that’s still sinning
[02:18.25]The spark that starts the fire
[02:26.42]
[02:27.34]I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
[02:37.09]I am the fighter, few will remember my name
[02:47.91]
[02:50.39]With loneliness next to me, feels its misery,
[02:55.73]nursing another black eye
[02:59.65]On the New Jersey turnpike, counting the headlights
[03:05.43]Those cars just like days pass me by
[03:10.72]
[03:31.57]I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
[03:41.21]I am the fighter, few will remember my name
[03:51.01]I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
[04:00.86]I am the fighter, a fighter’s born but not made
[04:11.37]
[04:13.67]I should write down these words ‘fore I lose them
[04:22.92]Or write you a song just to use them.
[04:29.17]

The Fighter
Bon Jovi
I should write down these words ‘fore I lose them
Or write you a song just to use them
Someday you may wanna know who I am,
Beyond this facade no guitar in my hand
No I am not a writer
These eyes hold no secrets I hide no truths
I am all I am, all I was to you
The lie and the promise, the great escape artist,
The **** in your garden in that place you’re still guarding
Where I am not a liar
I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
I am the fighter, few will remember my name
These are hands that can offer protection
But hid me from my own reflection
I’m that book that ain’t finished, a sink full of dishes,
The horse that ain’t winning, the priest that’s still sinning
The spark that starts the fire
I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
I am the fighter, few will remember my name
With loneliness next to me, feels its misery,
nursing another black eye
On the New Jersey turnpike, counting the headlights
Those cars just like days pass me by
I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
I am the fighter, few will remember my name
I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
I am the fighter, a fighter’s born but not made
I should write down these words ‘fore I lose them
Or write you a song just to use them.