| Did you ever have a dream that you were running?
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| Where the ground is like a wheel beneath your feet?
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| And no matter how you tried you just weren’t moving
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| In whatever race you’re running you’d be beat?
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| In whatever race you’re running you’d be beat?
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| They tell me I’m a loser
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| I’m a hopeless freak
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| I look kind of funny and my little legs are weak
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| The wrong side of the blanket
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| The wrong side of the track
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| I hear the accusations when they talk behind my back
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| All the money is on the favorite
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| I don’t get a second glance
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| I’m not even in the running here with an outside chance
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| And then I see your lovely face
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| Stand up and I’m back in the race
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| Nothing is going to stop me
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| I wasn’t born to fail
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| I’m taking the inside rail
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| All the odds against me
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| In the two horse race
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| If I stand up they push me back down flat on my face
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| They tell me it’s impossible
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| It’s just the way I’m bred
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| And get these crazy notions right out of my head
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| All the money’s on the favorite
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| I don’t get a second glance
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| I’m not even in the running here with an outside chance
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| And then I see your lovely face
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| Pay no attention to the odds I face
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| I’m running from the outside
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| I wasn’t born to fail
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| I’m taking the inside rail
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| Last night I had a different dream
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| I chased the moon’s reflection in a running stream
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| While all the stars in heaven
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| Were standing there so still
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| I just keep on running and I’m half way up the hill
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| I see the crowd and the finish line
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| I see the day when the prize is mine
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| It maybe crazy the dream that I swear
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| The clouds are all behind me
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| The wind’s in my hair
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| And then I see your lovely face
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| Pay no attention to the odds I face
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| I’m running from the outside
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| I wasn’t born to fail
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| I’m taking the inside rail |