The sun is arising, the boxer's await.
A passion that drives them from home to be great.
The heart of a lion, the eyes of a tiger.
There's plenty of water for spirits on fire.
They jab with the left, they cross with the right,
you punch any harder we're gonna need ice.
She slips from thin air, he leans out of sight.
Who would've imagined magicians could fight.
The music uproars, its time to pay dues.
They dance like its meteors trapped in their shoes.
Now the sweat’s falling in heavy downpours.
They’re gasping for breath, but still they want more.
The count hasn’t started, but zero is coming.
“As soon as you’re finished you better be running.”
“...Coach help, you created some monsters!”
“You on your own champ, I’ll visit you at the doctor’s!”
The sun is arising, the boxer’s await.
A passion that drives them from home to be great.
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