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I'm like an old prizefighter, struggling to stand|His pride's got to carry him one more round|He's bloody and bruised, the fog won't lift,|He's dazed and confused, he just wants to drift away||But I talk to myself, I say'Don't be a dunce|You got to dance, dance, dance - you only live once|So I shrug off my dreams of living at ease, and get off of my knees| |And answer the bell, got to answer the bell - stand up and fight like hell|C'mon, prize fighter, answer the bell - stand up and fight like hell|Answer the bell||We were up all night making love on bad cocaine|We were lying in bed, listening to the rain, she said 'Let's do it again -|And answer the bell, gotta answer the bell, stand up and fight like hell|C'mon, great lover, answer the bell - stand up and fight like hell,|Answer the bell'|We get old too soon and smart too late, and the road to hell is too damn straight|So I fall in love, crawl in pain, climb the mountain - and slide down again| |And - answer the bell, got to answer the bell, stand up and fight like hell|C'mon, prize fighter, answer the bell - stand up and fight like hell|Answer the bell .|||