spikes gripping the track,
the crowd screaming for the attack,
1,2,3 go! go for the win
for my team, losing would be a sin.
8 lap race,2 laps left,
can you feel it yet?
the adrenaline is kicking in.
but no, it's just in your head.
you have the power,
you have the training,
just get out of that pack and do your thing,
don't give in, your mind is weak
final lap, they ring the bell,
your legs only feel like they're shot to hell,
but no, don't give in, that's what they want,
your mind is weak,
no, you don't need this rough defeat.
kick it in, all you've got,
run it like you're about to get shot,
no, don't give in,
your mind is weakened,
you've been defeated.
no! you've gone this far,
do it for him,
he wanted to be here,
he so wanted to see this,
don't give in, your mind is weak.
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