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Freddy Nunan

 

Did I speak?Now, I thinkI’ll lose if I blinkI feel weak

 

I am sickOf this chaseOr this raceAnd I can’t get a kick

 

Should I tryOr give upLost like a pupI could cry

 

And I don’t know why

 

This game means nothingBut I can’t lose nothingTensions rising

Tears breaking

 

They slowly eruptCan’t think straightI can’t see straightBut I can win

 

I can’t

I could cry

 

And I don’t know why