I feel like a substitute, Sitting on the sideline, Clicking every single finger, Waiting for the right time. I feel like a substitute, Sitting pretty in my prime, I'm about to play the game, Guess I'm running out of time. Drop your knees to the floor, Hands to the sky. Give a round of applause for, The great Miss Y. I walked all night 'round in the dark, Just to be standing here. Only to feel like nobody, I'm Miss Y am I here? I walked all night 'round in the dark, Just to be standing here. Only to feel like nobody, I'm Miss Y am I here? And the lights make me stronger, The longer that you have to wait, For the honour, the honour to be great. Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh, Oh-oh oh, oh. I feel like I'm stuck inside a race, Feel like I'm catching up, Oh Marina! What a shame! You didn't make the upper cut. I feel like I'm stuck inside a race, Feel like I'm catching up, Oh Marina, we're so sorry, But you didn't make the cut. Drop your knees to the floor, Hands to the sky. Give a round of applause for, The great Miss Y. I walked all night 'round in the dark, Just to be standing here. Only to feel like nobody, I'm Miss Y am I here? I walked all night 'round in the dark, Just to be standing here. Only to feel like nobody, I'm Miss Y am I here? And the lights make me stronger, The longer that you have to wait, For the honour, the honour to be great. Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh, Oh-oh oh, oh.
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