I was the prize-less fighter,
So I stayed out of the ring.
Ya got a cigarette lighter
For every time you hear me sing.
I couldn't tense up tighter,
But I can't let nothing show.
I'm a horse-less rider
And I've got no place to go.
In only fifteen minutes
I can wreck my freaking life.
I've got no choices open
So I try to love the strife.
Seems that nothing excites me
So I've got nothing to show,
And then no one invites me
And I've got no place to go.
I've got no place to go. (4X)
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