| Seems like everyone I know
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| Longs for the good life
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| The smell of sweet success
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| That they call happiness
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| We keep our score with notches
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| On our silver belts
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| But torn and tattered sleeves
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| Can hide nobilities
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| But it’s the people that we treasure
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| The moments we define
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| That gives us every reason
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| To cross the finish line
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| Every day we run for the roses
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| Every passing hour we reach for victory
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| But when we count up all the gold
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| Well it’s the same old story told
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| On the last page we will find our legacy
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| Oh oh we run for the roses
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| Every day I rise
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| To hear the voices telling me
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| Don’t be the runner up
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| Go claim the loving cup
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| So I keep on moving on
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| The only way I know
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| Charging straight ahead
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| Just like a thoroughbred
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| But it’s the riches that we share
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| With family and friends
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| The love that flows between us
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| That matters in the end
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| Every day we run for the roses
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| Every passing hour we reach for victory
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| But when the final vote is cast
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| And we see ourselves at last
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| We pray we like the portrait that we see
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| Oh oh we run for the roses
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| Oh oh we run
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| I knew a man whose only goal
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| Was fame and fortune
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| There in the spotlight’s glow
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| He sacrificed his soul
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| So he found himself alone
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| Without what matters most
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| And that’s the love he sought
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| Not the battles fought
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| Somewhere east of Eden
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| There at journey’s end
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| It’s love alone that saves us
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| I promise you my friend
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| Every day we run for the roses
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| Every passing hour we reach for victory
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| Into this world we’re tossed
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| Till the final bridge is crossed
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| Where it all remains the greatest mystery
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| Oh oh still we run for the roses
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| Oh oh we run
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| Oh oh we run for the roses
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| Oh oh we run
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| Oh oh we run for the roses
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| We run |