Lyrics Battlefield - Edwin McCain
The
bell
rings,
the
crowd
rises
to
its
feet
The
ring
is
queen
sized
and
i
wrinkle
the
sheets
I
square
off,
i
butt
heads
against
my
foes
My
joy,
my
anger
and
my
fears
and
my
woes
And
each
night
is
a
new
round
It′s
a
new
fight
in
my
head
The
war
is
within
me
The
battlefield
is
my
bed
Thoughts
of
love
lost
and
thoughts
of
love
won
In
times
of
sadness,
times
that
we
had
fun
The
death
of
old
friendships
and
the
birth
of
new
Of
dreams
and
nightmares
some
of
which
may
come
true
And
each
night
is
a
new
round
It's
a
new
fight
in
my
head
The
war
is
within
me
The
battlefield
is
my
bed
The
bell
rings
to
end
the
round,
I
pick
up
the
receiver
It′s
never
who
i
expect,
But
i
can't
never
let
go
Compliments
in
the
night
inspire
My
battle,
it
tires
me
And
if
i
were
my
own
boss,
I
would
surely
fire
me,
surely
fire
me
No
need
to
worry
now
Help
is
on
the
way
You
know
all
my
troubles
will
be
gone
One
sweet
day
What's
black
without
white
Joy
without
pain
They
say
no
sweet
flower
blooms
Without
a
little
rain
And
each
night
is
a
new
round
It′s
a
new
fight
in
my
head
The
war
is
within
me
The
battlefield
is
my
bed
![Edwin McCain - Solitude](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/f/_/c/j/g4yh1_jc_f.jpg)
Album
Solitude
1 Don't Bring Me Down
2 Life In the Storm
3 America Street
4 Battlefield
5 The Kitchen Song
6 Working Man
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