Testo The Contender The Mark Of Cain
I couldâve been a contender
I couldâve been almost anything
I couldâve been a contender
I couldâve been almost anything
If not for you, if not for you
If not for you, if not for you
If not for you
Contender
Contender
And all the falls I turned them down
Everything turned on a hell of a pen
And like a shell that's still intact
It's inner strength no longer there
A childâs toy is thrown away
Too broken to repair
And now and then I wonder why
That when luck came it past be by
As if some force tied me down
I'd marked the pegs and staked the ground
Iâll come back strong I promise you
Though some of me has changed
My souls intact the rest of me
Itâs more than rearranged
Itâs true
Itâs true
Itâs true
Contender
Contender
And all the falls I turned them down
And for what?
I couldâve been a contender
I couldâve been almost anything
I couldâve been a contender
I couldâve been almost anything
Itâs not like weâre equal
Itâs not like weâre equal
Itâs not like weâre equal
Itâs not like weâre equal
Itâs not for you
Contender
Contender
And all the lies I turned them down
And all the lies I turned them down