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From the
* Paradise in
* blast of the century

He was when I first saw
him
(maybe) 19 or so
And I he would go places
never dreamt he'd go
There was a certain
Impossible to
Dynamite in his hands
It 'em all aside
So they nicknamed hem the
And he up to the name
The guys that tried to him
came out quite the same
And man, the crowd just him
In those up and coming
Carried him on their
they showered him with

Well, they loved him like a
he gave 'em all the thrills
Carin' about no sef-defense
going for the kill
He took a now and then
But stood there and tough
Never of backin' up
the going got too rough
He came like a shockwave
The title won
He just tore in there man,
two and landing one
But that avalanche of
Eventually took toll
a constant drip of water
Wears the hardest stone
And we all saw it
The inevitable
The he lost his title
And the title all
He started slippin'
skids slicker than grease
His drawing faded
And the hero-worship
But he couldn't the fighting
Custom-made for the
While he blew away the
On friends had made
I saw him fight again last
I I had been spared
The of that poor old wreck
For whom no longer cared
His eyes had lost sparkle
His legs lost their spring
And it was pathetic
The way he through the ring-