With wind in my hair and sweat on my face,
I'm about to win this race.
With high ambition and god-like speed,
off my glory they will feed.
Here comes the finish line,
watch me fly by....Just behind that other guy.
No mater how high I jump,
no mater how fast I run,
I will never be THE ONE .
The gold on my neck will never gleam.
My anthem they will never sing.
For I am the one and only.....Next best thing.
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