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and raised in the trees
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All the long, lazy mornings
in pastures of green
the sun on your withers
the wind in your mane
could never prepare you
for what lies ahead
the run for the roses so red -
And it's run for the roses
as fast as you can
your fate is delivered
your moment's at hand
it's the chance of a lifetime
in a lifetime of chance
and it's high time you joined
in the dance
it's high time you joined
in the dance -
>from sire to sire
it's born in the blood
the fire of a mare
and the strength of a stud
it's breeding and it's training
and it's something unknown
that drives you and carries
you home
And it's run for the roses
as fast as you can
your fate is delivered
your moment's at hand
it's the chance of a lifetime
in a lifetime of chance
and it's high time you joined
in the dance
it's high time you joined
in the dance -