But we know that you are the best
We know that you will win
Anything else would be a sin
We question Cuddles' mental health
And Contador's drugless riding stealth
Yet never does our faith in you wane
Even when we can see your pain
We know yesterday's downhills were rough
But be strong, be tough
We know that you will thrive
We see you have the drive
Come Sunday in Paris, my fellow
We have no doubt you will be in yellow
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