never been one to complain
about the rain
or be so profane
you'd think i got mush for brains
but it's all the same
another day, another dame
when they don't know your name
and you, not once, look at their face
'cause at this pace
we'll end the race
a whole nine laps
ahead of the chase
and when you trip
put out your hands to brace
yourself against these days
we've yet to face
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