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The sun goes down, and I'll be running round, I'll be running round The sun comes up, and I'll be falling down I'll be falling down I try to speak, but I can't make a sound Nothing that I do, could ever make me proud Someone should've taught me how to pray I've been dreaming every night and every day Every day and every night, I gotta win the fight My money's on the line, I'll go until it's right I got so much to say, I got so much to say I got so much to say, but nobody to listen Just hold your composition, few more years and you'll forget the competition 03 child, will I ever fit descriptions (fit descriptions) The sun goes down, and I'll be running round, I'll be running round The sun comes up, and I'll be falling down I'll be falling down