Runners, until the race is run
Soldiers, you've got to soldier on
Sometimes even the right is wrong
They are turning my head out
To see what I'm all about
Keeping my head down
To see what it feels like now
But I have no doubt
One day, we're gonna get out
Tonight maybe we're gonna run
Dreaming of the Osaka sun
Oh, oh
Dreaming of when the morning comes
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