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Casting shame upon the malefactors is dilution of all their foul playAlso-rans begrudge the titleholderIf you don't cheat you're destined to failDreamers spend their fortunes before they wakeUnderdogs become impostors for the accoladesGracious smile now shakes the hand of triumphClean your wounds and head on to brood despairIt's hard to breathe staring at your blue ribbon on the mantle of another's lairDreamers spend their fortunes before they wakeUnderdogs become impostors for the accoladesI want to taste redemption before my wakeGotta be the titleholder before I hit my graveGreen in the eyes of the hungryGreen pockets of the greatGreen is the vain imposterGreen grass above my grave From Letras Mania