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Three barrels, two hearts, with one dream.
Turning on a dime will make them queen.
Choke up on the reins, get ready to go,
You’re running down the alley way wiggling your toes.
Check, set, pull him around
And you got one down.
Two more to go don’t give up now.
Let him run hard, let him run fast.
You can hear the crowd yelling, "Look past!"
You’re turning third and headed home.
Whip and spur all the way and it will pay,
Because today is your day!
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