Counting down the days,
Until the big race.
Maybe I'll fail,
Unable to show my face.
It's down to the time,
My score for the nation.
Will I be fast,
A train leaving a station?
Will I be slow,
Shame GBR?
Will I be quicker
Than a racing car.
I wont't give up hope.
Maybe, just maybe,
I'll strike gold.
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I get a feeling we won't win these games. Call me wrong but dont call me names.
My hand to my heart I raise my face to the sky Out of my mouth Drifts the words of my country, The words I do humbly live by. I stare my enemy in the eye, No more do I fear his gaze.
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