The Race Songtext
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See the rushing crowd of people
Hurries to a place to go
Anxious about wasting too much time
Shoots the ace into a shelter
From a raging wind and storm
In the blink of things I can′t find mine

Have a look what happened to us all
The only choice you have is stand or fall

In my last day yet to come
I swear this song right to the sun
There's grit glass in my face
I′m here on earth to win the race
The race

Wondering who will pay the bill
For the cavern they drink beer
For the payoffs of the madding crowd
Finally it's all which always told
Most precious things in life are very cold


In my last day yet to come
I swear this song right to my son
There's grit glass in his face
He′s here on earth to win the race
The race

Rush out to get higher grades
It′s a victim of its fate
Always on the run we're having fun
Shooting rampant here and there
Society of copper burn
A way to world is far from charity

Keeping up the pace until you′re old
Waste words and run jobs are being told

In my last day yet to come
I swear this song right to the sun
There's grit glass in my face
I′m here on earth to win the race
In my last day yet to come
I swear this song right to my son
There's grit glass in his face
He′s here on earth to win the race
The race