And I was born to fight I ain't been knocked down yet I was born to fight I'm the surest bet There ain't no man no woman No beast alive that can beat me 'Cause I'm born to fight They're tryin' to take away my pride By stripping me of everything I own

Baby when the lights go out I hear you calling (I hear you calling) And I can't get away In spite of all the consequence In spite of all my pride In spite of little things you said That hide me deep inside I believe your love

You are, you are, you are my everything And it's taken me a lot to say So it's time to push my pride away I've cried enough tears to see my own reflection in them And then it was clear I can't deny I really miss it To think that I was wrong I guess you

Hot ride in my air balloon Skipping fast right around the moon You hear me Up, up and away in my beautiful, my beautiful Up, up and away in my beautiful, my beautiful balloon Now get out Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, Gimme, gimme,

He'll find his way Climb aboard and you'll ride the stars Getting older Growing taller Getting smarter Broomsticks are his magic cars He's satisfied to dream his whole life away Candy-coated castles, life of play Can you remember? It seems like yesterday

Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves on the ground In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down I hitched a ride, until the coast To leave behind, all of my ghosts Searching

Easy driver (Ooh ooh ooh) don't be afraid, (ooh ooh) love is so hard to find Easy driver, she's a wicked rider She's smooth and she's skinny and she's probably mean (Ooh ooh ooh) don't turn away, (ooh ooh ooh) just give me a sign Easy driver, pull up

Natty dread rides again We got something they could never take away Go there, dready, go there! Fire is burning Man, pull your own weight! Dready got a job to do And he's got to fulfill that mission To see his hurt is their greatest ambition, yeah! But

The stowaways of civil war When living through a civil war "God bless our little civil war" Progress rides with thieves and whores I don't know you to wear a hat But I came home late and there it sat You rose to show what hats are for Christmas mornings

That's the thing about a hurricane She's all lightning and wind and rain Get too close and you're swept away Better hold on till it breaks 'Cause it's a hell of a ride if you can just survive the pain But that's the thing about a hurricane I knew when