Triumph
Leaving all the pain
Out of the way
Gotta make it right
'Cause i'm better than that
Doubt "n" constrain
Played with my brain
Now i'm goin' clean
Making sur the lights are gonna turn green
I am marching my track
Up to the top
Little can stop me
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