When someone takes a winning stride
To go and lead a happy life
To enjoy all the celebration
And the subsequent recreation
Only one thought comes in my mind
A thought sound and firm
That one day I’m also going to do this
As next is my turn
Next is my turn to runaway
Away from this filth and mess
I only need a single chance
Nothing more or less
Run away from this inferno
Where every moment I melt and burn
Tolerance are tested to limits
I know next is my turn
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