S-U-C-C-E-S-S
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That's the way we spell success
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Will we get it, the answers yes
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S-U-C-C-E-S-S
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Small town boy, so clean he squeaks
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Pressed and polished for the big time dreams
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Got a letter from his mama, and a boyish grin
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Close his eyes one minute, and it nearly did him in
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Yeah
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You know there's nothin' like having that wall against your back
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To get your ass in gear, and your mind on track
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When wheels start turnin', things start falling into place
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You'll be suprised what you can do with some intelligence and taste
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Yeah
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Chorus:
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Sometimes The Good Guys Finish First
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Sometimes your best is all it takes
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You know that, Sometimes The Good Guys Finish First
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Sometimes The Good Guys, Finish First
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Back door logic, turn your head around
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Use the front door and avoid the crowd
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They're trying to tell you that it can't be done
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Beatin' big boys at their own game is half the fun,
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hey hey
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(Repeat Chorus Twice)
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The Good Guys, the Good Guys, the Good Guys, Finish First
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(Chorus)
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Sometimes The Good Guys Finish First
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Walkin' a straight line in reverse
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You know that, Sometimes The Good Guys Finish First
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Sometimes The Good Guys, Finish First
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(Chorus)
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SOMETIMES THE GOOD GUYS FINISH FIRST
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