Racing
Time has come for us to start the race again.
Round and round the horses run, they've gone insane.
Some are good, and some are bad, and some still worse.
And again I see - I'm ridding the wrong horse.
(Does this people act so wise?) They understand,
They prefer to bet on horses, not on men.
Just a few of us can manage to succeed,
Coming around and on the horse they're really need.
But all of us foretell much better chance
If it could rebuild some common sense
and it wouldn't have a reason to remorse.
It would be a dream, a magic dream
(One will seek excitement, act supreme)
If one could be free in choosing it's own horse.
I have always chosen horses with success,
But one day my luck return on to the less.
(I'm elute a race and mind a little help around)
And I'll see some other rider on my mount.
But all of us foretell much better chance
If it could rebuild some common sense
and it wouldn't have a reason to remorse.
It would be a dream, a magic dream,
One will seek excitement, act supreme,
If one could be free in choosing it's own horse.
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