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I don't like the game That everyone is watching me play I don't like to lose It seems like an awkward waste of time I'm stuck here Singing these songs for all these years I just hope one day They culminate and make their way into your range Well, let's commence the race Although my foot keeps slipping on acceleration I'll try not to notice That the arena is full, spectators are looking My fists clenched tight My eyes are closed Will they stand and applaud if I trade my gold [Chorus] Ooh, we'll shine, our glory will arrive Ooh, we'll win to everyone's surprise But maybe I won't race, I won't compete My tracks will be made out the daunting speed of my escape I will disappear from view I'll eliminate the rules I will live by the virtue the way I choose I will hide away from view And I will be out of sight of you [Chorus] Ooh, we'll shine, our glory will arrive Ooh, we'll win to everyone's surprise In my hand I hold the precious ace With its luck we'll win the game we play [Instrumental] [Chorus] Ooh, we'll shine, our glory will arrive Ooh, we'll win to everyone's surprise In my hand I hold the precious ace And with its luck I'll be the champion of the day © 2004 Lucid 3 Written by Victoria Girling-Butcher |