You were born to be a winner, There's no way you can lose, you just hang in there and whistle, when you're bothered by the blues.
When a best friend disappoints you, and you crying deep inside, you just somehow grin and bear it and your heartaches always hide.
You don't run to catch the rainbow, but the pot of gold you find, when you stop to smell the roses, you're a winner, every time
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