Treadmill
The pounding of my feet
Is the beat, is the beat
The squeaking of my shoe
Push through, push through
The sweating of my brow
Hurry now, hurry now
The aching of my calf
Almost half, almost half
The cresting of each hill
Faster still, faster still
The rounding of the bend
To the end, to the end
The crowning victory
Be the best that I can be
The pounding of my feet
Is the beat, is the beat
The squeaking of my shoe
Push through, push through
The sweating of my brow
Hurry now, hurry now
The aching of my calf
Almost half, almost half
The cresting of each hill
Faster still, faster still
The rounding of the bend
To the end, to the end
The crowning victory
Be the best that I can be
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