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No I never was going to be first out of the stallsNo I never was going to be six, seven, eight feet tallNo I never was going to be signed up bigNo I never was going to be dressing upBut at the back of my mindI was always hoping I might just get byBut at the back of my mindI was always hoping that I might just get byNo I never was going to be all that impressedNo I never was going to be out of thereNo I never was going to be ahead of the restAt the back of my mindI was always hoping that I might just get byAt the back of my mindI was always hoping I might just get byBut at the back of my mindI was always hoping I might just get byBut at the back of my mindI was always hoping that I might just get byAlways hoping that I might just get byAlways hoping that I might just get byAlways hoping that I might just get byAlways hoping that I might just get by From Letras Mania