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Chad Brownlee - The Fighters Lyrics




4 A.M. call comes in, five alarm
Here we go again, the same old drill
That's someone's wife and kids
Hope's it's a story he can live to tell
But he ain't thinking about saving himself
When you face the fire you ain't afraid of
Walking through hell

Here's to the fighters, the survivors
The knock down, get up, keep on swingin' all-nighters
Here's to the all in, again and again
Give it all we got until the end
For ones who rise above a little bit higher
Here's to the fighters

It was after five he should have been home
She started to worry, dinner got cold
And just like that, she was all alone
With mouths to feed, bills to pay
Works two jobs every night and day
So damn strong and full of love
That's damn hard then it ever was

Here's to the fighters, the survivors
The knock down, get up, keep on swingin' all-nighters
Here's to the all in, again and again
Give it all we got until the end
For ones who rise above a little bit higher
Here's to the fighters
Here's to the fighters

Eight years old still growin' up
Yeah he oughta' be playing with his Tonka trucks
Instead he's losing his hair, hooked up to all of this stuff

Here's to the fighters, the survivors
The knock down, get up, keep on swingin' all-nighters
Here's to the all in, again and again
Give it all we got until the end
The ones who rise above a little bit higher

Yeah the ones who make the world a little bit brighter
Here's to the fighters
Here's to the fighters
The fighters
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4 A.M. call comes in, five alarm
Here we go again, the same old drill
That's someone's wife and kids
Hope's it's a story he can live to tell
But he ain't thinking about saving himself
When you face the fire you ain't afraid of
Walking through hell

Here's to the fighters, the survivors
The knock down, get up, keep on swingin' all-nighters
Here's to the all in, again and again
Give it all we got until the end
For ones who rise above a little bit higher
Here's to the fighters

It was after five he should have been home
She started to worry, dinner got cold
And just like that, she was all alone
With mouths to feed, bills to pay
Works two jobs every night and day
So damn strong and full of love
That's damn hard then it ever was

Here's to the fighters, the survivors
The knock down, get up, keep on swingin' all-nighters
Here's to the all in, again and again
Give it all we got until the end
For ones who rise above a little bit higher
Here's to the fighters
Here's to the fighters

Eight years old still growin' up
Yeah he oughta' be playing with his Tonka trucks
Instead he's losing his hair, hooked up to all of this stuff

Here's to the fighters, the survivors
The knock down, get up, keep on swingin' all-nighters
Here's to the all in, again and again
Give it all we got until the end
The ones who rise above a little bit higher

Yeah the ones who make the world a little bit brighter
Here's to the fighters
Here's to the fighters
The fighters
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Writer: Erik Dylan Anderson, Chad Brownlee, Mitch Merrett
Copyright: Lyrics © Kassner Associated Publishers Ltd, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.


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