No one likes to be let down
And no one likes to disappoint
So why, why, why the pressure?
When we're racing to win,
Is there even a prize at the end?
You have to do better,
You have to be better,
When it'll never get any better.
When we're racing to win,
Is there even a prize at the end?
All work and no play, no no,
Same ol' same ol', day after day.
Laughter don't live here now.
When we're racing to win,
Is there even a prize at the end?
If you stop to take a breath,
The world is going to pass by
So who really needs oxygen?
When we're racing to win,
Is there even a prize at the end?
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