The Race (2004)

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These mysterious games That everyone plays As the copters flew in And the panic begins Lady of luck Will you carry me out Will you fill out these charts Will you tear me apart No one ever makes me feel No on ever pays to steal Make a place where I can heal Where no one ever goes I wish I was like you I wish I were brand new I want to reach out and find you I want to reach out and find you Wait here Reach out Over here Oh wait here Reach out Over here Oh wait here Reach out Over here Oh wait here Reach out Over here Well
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