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Marc Roberts
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The Contender
When I was young and I was in my day Sure I'd steal what woman's heart there was away And I'd sing into the dawning Saw a blaze into the morning Long before I was the man you see today
I was born beneath the star that promised all I could live my life between Cóbh and Youghal But the wheel of fortune took me From the highest point she shook me By the bottle, by the bottle I should fall
There in the mirror on the wall I see the dream is fading From the contender to the fall Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The ring, the rose, the matador raving
When I die, I'll die a drunk down on the street He will count me out to ten in clear defeat Wrap the Starry Plough around me Let the Pipers air resound me There I rest until the Lord of love I meet
There in the mirror on the wall I see the dream is fading From the contender to the fall The ring, the rose, the matador raving.
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