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There’s no prize for winning this race No pride for winning this way (So what the hell, you’re in first place) No prize for winning this race No pride for winning this way (So why are running in the first place?) It’s supposed to work sometimes We’ll lick these fools to get there Stand up we’re fine It’s okay to need sometimes And I’ll be your hand, your bender Your middle finger ‘Cause I watch over your live moments I wanna taste your pain And I wanna see your whore face on that day You get no prize for winning this race No pride for winning this way (So why you hurt in the first place?) We’re supposed to believe dildos? Have you ever met these guys together? They fake tear-dry I throwed you a break and you were lying Letras de cancionesThere is your crutch you’ve leaned on Now stretch out and move on ‘Cause I watch over your live moments I wanna taste your pain And I wanna see your whore face on that day At this rate you’ll get there before I do And I’ll be there before now (let’s make out and) Let’s walk it out together loser stoned From Letras Mania