A Racing Heart

May 28, 2009
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Sitting in solitude, a racing heart
Adrenaline rushed, makes sense of its thoughts
Prepared for the moment the gun is shot
Push harder than the rest right from the start
And completely tear all their dreams apart
For no matter how hard they could have fought
The guts to beat me: what they haven’t got
My only competitor is the cart
Alone in the front I gracefully glide
Go right ahead and try to stop me now
I’m taking this race along with their pride
Oh I dare you to try to stop me now
I’m breaking on through to the other side
Nobody could possibly stop me now

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