Triumph
Leaving all of the pain
Out of the way
Gotta make it right
'Cause I am better than that
Doubt and constrain
Played with my brain
Now I am goin' clean
Make sure the lights are gonna turn green
I am marching my track
Up to the crack
Little can stop me
I am feeling lucky
You won't be decieved
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