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I catch my breath and ready for the race to come |
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No prizes call, the contest is my opium |
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Since you can never be sure |
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When they're keeping the score |
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You must always be ready to run |
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I tense myself |
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Waiting for the starting gun |
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No time for fun |
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Because |
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I work all day and I think all night |
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I break my body but that's alright |
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'Cos it'll take my mind and all my might |
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To keep one step ahead of you |
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I think to myself living is a winning school |
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Winning on your feet, winning on the street |
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Winning as a golden rule |
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It's seems there's always a test |
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And I'm doing my best |
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But there still seems a long way to go |
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I try myself |
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Trying everything I know |
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Pushing me so |
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So |
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(Chorus) |
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Don't wanna know why |
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Don't wanna know how or when or who |
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One step ahead |
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One more step ahead just to get me through |
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I try my best |
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Here comes another test |
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So wicked, no rest |
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Because |
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(Chorus 2x) |