(I've been up and down and over and out And I know one thing: Each time I find myself, flat on my face, I pick myself up and get back in the race. That's life Many times I thought of cutting out But my heart won't buy it But if there's nothing shakin' come this here july I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die ...y ya estamos a mediados de julio)
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