I made it through another day
For once I didn't feel I had to pray
Everything in front of me looked so gray
But then I really focused on what I had to say
And I could see I had to take it all the way
I know it might seem a little cliche
That my life would end up on a raceway
But I need to finish this race to get my payday
Maybe then I'll get to experience a miracle someday


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