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8 SECONDS OF FIRE (Version 2)

Here we are, this is the day, the parade is about to start Horses ready at the gate, excitement in our hearts We’re dressed in our best tonight, cowboy hats pulled low These clothes upon our skin feel like the life we chose One last check of reins and steel, stirrups tight and strong The horses feel it too, they know it won’t be long They stomp and breathe, the tension grows The gates swing wide… and here we go Verse 2 The crowd stands up and greets us with a roar of joy and fire We guide our horses round the ring, climbing ever higher The sand gives way beneath their hooves, I grip the reins so tight Two clowns place barrels in the dust, the crowd is wild tonight The waiting hums, the heat is real, the moment’s burning bright You feel it in the air — something’s about to ignite Hold on tight, don’t let go Eight seconds feels like letting go of your soul Fear and fire, dust and sound I fall, I rise, I hit the ground It’s the ride, it’s the pain, it’s the flame For one short moment they know my name Hold on tight, hear the crowd I live for this — and I’m proud We ride back slowly to the stalls, the noise is far away We climb down from our horses now, waiting for our fate Our hearts are racing, hope and fear are tangled in our eyes Who will win today beneath these burning skies The air is thick, the dust stings hard, the challenge draws near Every breath I take says this is why I’m here Wild horses kick behind the gates, locked in and unbroken I hear my name called on the mic, the crowd has spoken I climb aboard the first one there, he dares me with his eyes The bell rings out, the iron doors fly open wide I hold on hard, my legs are shaking, nothing feels the same The world explodes in dust and flame Hold on tight, don’t let go Eight seconds feels like letting go of your soul Fear and fire, dust and sound I fall, I rise, I hit the ground It’s the ride, it’s the pain, it’s the flame For one short moment they know my name Hold on tight, hear the crowd I live for this — and I’m proud My hands are burning, time slows down One more second… then I’m crowned But he throws me hard, he runs away Around the barrels, wild and free I stand up sore but smiling wide I watch him run with so much pride I raise my hand, I tip my hat Thank you, my friend — until the next attack Hold on tight… I already know I’ll be back again for another go