The taste of victory is so sweet
Having the world at you’re feet
Never failing to do anything other than win
Always the victor, a great feeling within
The feeling you get from being number one
Having the pleasure of never being outdone
By the law of averages, one day you’ll descend
Look over you’ve shoulder, let’s not pretend
That day may come sooner or later, who knows
To keep this in mind keeps you on you’re toes
So bear this in mind before you get the blues
To appreciate winning you must learn how to lose
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