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Which
is
the
finish
line
In
front
of
my
face?
Before
the
first
mile
Which
is
the
finish
line
In
front
of
my
face?
Before
the
first
mile
Races
line,
front
and
behind
In
fear
of
the
spite,
fist
wound
All
this
fear,
the
adrenaline
But
you
know
this
fear
The
problem,
the
sweet
Which
is
the
finish
line
In
front
of
my
face?
Before
the
first
mile
Which
is
the
finish
line
In
front
of
my
face?
Before
the
first
mile
Where's
the
stop?
Stop
the
run
The
numbers,
the
race
The
waiters,
the
shame
Where's
the
stop?
Stop
the
run
The
numbers,
the
race
The
waiters,
the
shame
We
started,
they
stopped
to
run
They
lost
the
right
to
wear
the
seat
We
started,
they
stopped
to
run
They
lost
the
right
to
wear
the
seat
The
finish
to
be,
fears
to
know
Nobody
can
explain
what
is
But
to
carry
on
We
are
to
care
for
what
we
are
The
pressure
is
great
The
higher
rate
The
open
the
peace
to
The
sleeping
reset
One,
two,
three
The
open
the
beat
Appeal
the
strength
to
The
change
in
my
head
The
color,
the
space
The
power
to
race
I
have
to
fight
The
will
to
face
All
the
days
All
the
fears
I
prevail
Where's
the
stop?
Stop
the
run
The
numbers,
the
race
The
waiters,
the
shame
Where's
the
stop?
Stop
the
run
The
numbers,
the
race
The
waiters,
the
shame
We
started,
they
stopped
to
run
They
lost
the
right
to
wear
the
seat
We
started,
they
stopped
to
run
They
lost
the
right
to
wear
the
seat
The
finish
to
be,
fears
to
know
Nobody
can
explain
what
is
But
to
carry
on
We
are
to
care
for
what
we
are
Where's
the
stop?
Stop
the
run
The
numbers,
the
race
The
waiters,
the
shame
Where's
the
stop?
Stop
the
run
The
numbers,
the
race
The
waiters,
the
shame
Where's
the
stop?
Stop
the
run
The
numbers,
the
race
The
waiters,
the
shame
Where's
the
stop?
Stop
the
run
The
numbers,
the
race
The
waiters,
the
shame
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