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Another day at the races |
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You wake up with your feet on the ground |
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Keep alive all your senses |
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And there's no more wasting your time |
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There's no more wasting your life |
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Another hill of smiling faces |
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Passing through another four house town |
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None of them speak the language |
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And there's no more wasting their time |
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There's no more wasting their life |
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And if we take the path that leads by the river bank |
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The mountains, they will turn into stairs |
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Think about all those who have come before |
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It's the only way that you're going to learn |
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It's the only way that you're going to learn |
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Here, we have a bed and breakfast |
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We go to sleep with our insect crown |
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Still wear our smiling faces |
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It's another day potato and wine |
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It's another day potato and wine |
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And if we take the path that leads by the river bank |
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The mountains, they will turn into stairs |
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Think about all those who have come before |
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It's the only way that you're going to learn |
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It's the only way that you're going to learn |
