If I could reach to the sky and touch it for my country.
Get some on my finger and take in its smell.
The smell of victory...land of the free...Olympic dream.
My Olympic dream. My promotion scheme.
How hard can it be?
How high can I jump?
How high can I throw?
How high can I run?
How high can I hold my breath, and stay underwater,
And wave my legs around in perfect unison with my partner
Who really doesn't understand me...for my Olympic dream.
I'll be like Dwight Stone...
I'll be like Bruce Jenner...
I'll be like that girl who trained all her life as a distance runner,
And then tripped with a quarter mile to go,
But I, I will get up, and I will run...
I will run with the Georgia peach breeze, and I will win.
I will win my Olympic dream.
The gold's just not good enough...
And I don't even think of the bronze.
I'm living my life for Olympic Platinum...Olympic dream.
I'll sing like Whitney...my Olympic dream.
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