Tamanho do texto:
G5It's boxing night,
(And) I'll cB5elebrate in style
In G5boxer shorts and spirits, floor littered
With A5ghosts of bottles past
There's a G5naked hush
ClB5awed only in breath and of pulse
Of our G5heart that is kicking
As though it is A5desperate to be born G5
G5And I'm in hostage blind
B5Deaf to the dim outside
Good G5Glasgow could burn to it's timber* tonight
And I'd A5barely blink and I...
Well the G5clock just stopped
You can cut B5that on my fucking headstone*
Won't G5something move so I stop
Staring a A5hole into the phone
You can get me atC5 home
With a drink to iD5ll health
Just me and theseC5 walls
And a beaten upD5 chair
On boxing G5day
This is G5boxing night
And B5someone lost an eye
Well I G5swear I've lost the last drop
Of whatever A5kept me awake alive
And I fG5ell in the forth
From a heavy right hook
To our B5blushed and swollen face
And G5in a single blow it's murdered
And then it takesA5 years to waste away
And IG5 can't call you all mine anymore
And I canB5't call you full stop
But yG5ou know you can call me up anytime
Call me whatA5ever the fuck you want
You can get me atC5 home
With a drink to ill D5health
Just me and these C5walls
And a beaten upD5 chair
You can get me at C5home
With a drink to ilD5l health
Just me and theseC5 walls
And my beaten D5up chair
On boxinG5g day
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