Crushing Your Dreams 

Running for our lives,

We make our way around the track,

Just as we hit our stride,

We take the time to glance back,

The finish line is in sight,

There is nothing in our way,

It’s a Peculiar feeling,

We are about to win,

When the fucking blue shell,

Blows our chances to hell.

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