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Arabian Derby

This song is by Catatonia and appears on the album Paper Scissors Stone (2001).

I never feared the rain
Until you turned to me
And said you'd failed again
It makes a perfect day so lame
And leads us halfway to nowhere
So the players have changed
Soon we'll memorise the names
But somehow something's never quite the same
Still we stick a claim, you can count us in again

And everyone's a winner baby
Hedge your bets, get set and maybe
We could be the first to cross the line
Get up, get set, get ready
Get high, get low, get even
'Cause we're living in inimitable style
Chasing the ultimate prize

You'd make a fine millionaire
It's only natural to celebrate
But someone's got to be there to pay
And we never get there
So take some time on our own
We burn enough alone
Close but still not fully grown
Pulling marrow from a bone
But there's no turning back
So count us in again

And everyone's a winner baby
Hedge your bets, get set and maybe
We could be the first to cross the line
Everyone's a winner baby
Everyone's a winner baby

Going back to the old house
The Marigolds just go to show
That some of us should never have left home
But see I'm still counting
Another flash in the pan
A cheap and instant forming tan
It seems to grow on me
Taking inches from a mile
But I'm all for throwing it on the line

And everyone's a winner baby
Hedge your bets, get set and maybe
We could be the first to cross the line
Get up, get set, get ready
Get high, get low, get even
'Cause we're living in inimitable style
Chasing the ultimate prize

And everyone's a winner baby (baby)
Oh everyone's a winner baby
Everyone's a winner baby (baby)