| Another day at the races
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| You wake up with your feet on the ground
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| Keep alive all your senses
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| And there’s no more wasting your time
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| There’s no more wasting your life
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| Another hill of smiling faces
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| Passing through another four house town
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| None of them speak the language
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| And there’s no more wasting their time
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| There’s no more wasting their life
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| And if we take the path that leads by the river bank
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| The mountains, they will turn into stairs
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| Think about all those who have come before
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| It’s the only way that you’re going to learn
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| It’s the only way that you’re going to learn
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| Here, we have a bed and breakfast
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| We go to sleep with our insect crown
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| Still wear our smiling faces
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| It’s another day potato and wine
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| It’s another day potato and wine
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| And if we take the path that leads by the river bank
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| The mountains, they will turn into stairs
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| Think about all those who have come before
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| It’s the only way that you’re going to learn
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| It’s the only way that you’re going to learn |