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Can`t you see the black strap? It holds me up, for the last lap. I know I said I had a good time. But now I`m sprawled across the finish line. I`m pickin up the straws, And now I`m wonderin` how I did because, The situation`s heavy, And the competition`s thin, now I`ve got(S) to wake up, So I can get back on my feet again. Could you spare some common sense? It`s a brave Gamble, so just give it up. Now you know about those people in the sky, Well they`re the same folks that held me up. I`m sortin` out my flaws, Because I`m runnin` last place, and the look on my face says, This record`s disappearing, and my system is on the mend, But I`ll never know who wins until I make it to the end. Take care of what you preach, right? `Cause noone cares about your Mic-fright But when the pen is to paper, I never stop to think, that I should stop thinkin` about you that way. Whooo. The Signing of this Mock-Simulation. Plots a course towards some clarification, It`s a keenly realized Fabrication, Comin` from your radio station. But I`ll be runnin` 400 metres, again...
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