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