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With a recent past sponsored by sadness
Handed a chance I rolled my sleeves and love became
Mine to claim
But I see those flags, the podium stances planned in advance
Dead rubber bands and flat champagne
Mine again
And the prize it tries to get at me but I'll be empty in bed
In a grand prix, champions bore me
In a grand prix, champions bore me
Every decent track runs out of magic
Wider, the gap makes love look like a tragic stain
Hide the shame
As the last few laps test out the magnet
Nothing attracts from this far back it's all in vain
Not again
And the prize it tries to get at me but I'll be empty in bed
In a grand prix, champions bore me
In a grand prix
Take the time before the finish line, when you cross you erase it
I'll take comfort with my foot down in the fire
When you know how this'll end the tyre soon wears out of its tread
I'll take comfort with my foot down in the fire
When you know how this'll end the fight just leaves you
And I tried to look ahead of me but caught the mirror instead
In a grand prix, champions bore me
In a grand prix, champions bore me