Written and produced by Bill Males. Guitars by Nick Kontis.
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I am in this arena where the rule of rules is whatever you want                
there‘re other people who want it too,  so good luck bro
But don’t queue up and wait there’s no guarantee 
there’ll be any left when you get there
In this Arena  can’t  just be cool and light,  that’s right

You can use the weapons you were given    
They may never feel enough but 
we are humans so nothing  ever seems to us ,  good enough yeah 

Do not cheat cause others will cheat on you and you won’t like that
in this arena we’ve been thrown ,  just face that fact                                        

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And when I look around, it all looks so serene
But make no mistake,  reality is mean 
Some dress and act like a superhero in a shiny Italian suit
And at night they empty their pockets  and count the loot
But us
we ‘re given no real chance and not enough time 
But plenty of time for regret 
So we got to create that chance and make ourselves the time,
That’s the only way to move on,   buckle up now and keep on
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I see these arenas  they call ’em City of London 
or Wall Street or something
where the bigger fish can eat the smaller one   
it’s all money grabbing

All in there wanna see some love creeping into their lives  , through a crack
but that would mean they’d have to leave the battlefield  
just to love her back

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And when I look around,  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  .

ARENA

Written and produced by Bill Males. Guitars by Nick Kontis.
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Look at me, look at me straight in the eyes
tell me please, what did I do to deserve those lies
I thought I was lost, I was losing my mind over a girl
Now I know what you cost
and I regret the lot as minutes unfurl
So I ‘ll file you under heartache
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Unless you set me free, baby
But I guess you never loved
that’s you don’t know lady
that the best of me is trapped
One’s gotta be loved to be free
I gotta be free to be me
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I didn’t think it would break me
After all it’s not the first time
I pray to God not to have to do it one more time
I ‘d better put me on hold
Instead of trying to play it brave and bold
‘cause I don’t feel brave
when your lies hit me like a cold wave
So I ‘ll file you under heartache
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I guess I need to be loved, baby
‘Cause the best of me is trapped
I guess I need to be free oh babe
I need some love to be saved
I gotta be loved to be free
I gotta be free to be me
Baby, I wanna have you back
But your game hurts, baby
You must swear you’ll give it up
Love makes my mind run free
Show me love and leave all the rest to me

NickKontis