Written by: Robin Johnson

The Fighter

Well I see you walking backward
Then you're hanging on a ledge
Well you know that from your past work
You should come with me instead
And we'll get high


Yes I noticed how you're looking
How you're twisting in the wind
Girl you know what I've got cooking
You should come with me again
And we'll get high


The last time we hung together
You were walking on a wire
And I helped you down--remember?
You were preaching to the choir
It was me who held you tighter
It was me who told you then
How you'd always been a fighter
You could get back up again
And we'll get high


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