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I fell on the playing field |
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The work of an errant heel |
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The din of the crowd and the loud commotion |
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Went deafening silence and stopped emotion |
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The season was almost done |
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We managed it 12 to 1 |
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So far I had known no humiliation |
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In front of my friends and close relations |
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There's my father looking on |
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And there's my girlfriend arm in arm |
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With the captain of the other team |
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And all of this is clear to me |
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They condescend and fix on me a frown |
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How they love the sporting life |
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And father had had such hopes |
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For a son who would take the ropes |
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And fulfill all his old athletic aspirations |
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But apparently now there's some complications |
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But while I am lying here |
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Trying to fight the tears |
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I'll prove to the crowd that I come out stronger |
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Though I think I might lie here a little longer |
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There's my coach he's looking down |
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The disappointment in his knitted brow |
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I should've known |
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He thinks again |
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I never should have put him in |
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He turns and loads the lemonade away |
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And breathes in deep |
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The sporting life |
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The sporting life |
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The sporting life |
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How he loves... |
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There's my father looking on |
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And there's my girlfriend arm in arm |
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With the captain of the other team |
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And all of this is clear to me |
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They condescend and fix on me a frown |
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How they love the sporting life |
