| Competition
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| It’s all you’ve ever known
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| You have a vision
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| Try not to let it go
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| A force unfolding
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| You’ve strung apart the pack
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| But don’t get cozy
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| For they could reel you back
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| They’ll chase you
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| With fury spitting out their engines
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| Clamoring for another go
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| Another head for their collection
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| Take a moment
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| Away from from all the talk
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| Out of focus
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| Let the panic trickle off
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| As time is shifted
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| Everything you’ve done
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| Will come untwisted
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| Unraveled, or unspun
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| They’ll chase you
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| With fury spitting out their engines
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| Clamoring for another go
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| Another head for their collection
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| They’ll chase you
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| Not knowing what it is they’re after
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| So you may as well put on a show
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| And fill the place up to the rafters
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| Don’t worry ‘bout the physics
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| Of how you’re gonna swing this
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| We’ll cover that soon enough
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| ‘cause bracing for a trainwreck
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| Will hardly keep you safer
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| When the seas are getting rough
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| There’s this calm in the hearts of lions
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| A certain boldness in even trying
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| Don’t worry ‘bout the physics
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| Of how you’re gonna swing this
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| We’ll cover that soon enough
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| ‘cause bracing for a trainwreck
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| Will hardly keep you safer
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| When the seas are getting rough
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| There’s this calm in the hearts of lions
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| A certain boldness in even trying |