The Race Is On
Don Rollins, 1964
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I feel tears wellin' up cold and deep inside, like my heart's sprung a big break.
And a stab of loneliness sharp and painful, that I may never shake.
You might say that I was taking it hard, oh, she wrote me off with a call.
But don't you wager that I'll hide the sorrow, when I may break right down and bawl?
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Well, the race is on and here comes Pride up the backstretch. Heartaches are going to the inside.
My Tears are holding back, they're tryin' not to fall.
My Heart's out of the running. True Love's scratched for another's sake.
The race is on and it looks like Heartaches, and the winner loses all.
One day I ventured in love, never once suspectin' what the final result would be.
How I lived in fear of waking up each morning to find that you're gone from me.
There's aching pain in my heart for today was the one that I hated to face.
Somebody new came up to win her, I came out in second place.