| | The Boxer Lyrics Artist(Band):Editors
This place is our prison, it's cells are the bars. So take me to town, I want to dance with the city, Show me something ugly and show me something pretty. Damn this place, makes a boy out of me, The ring 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, I'm a fallen oak tree Dazed in the final count, Dazed in the final count, Dazed in the final count, Dazed in the final count. If you find some error in The Boxer Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song The Boxer The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Editors" Music | |
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