| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Well it’s Friday night at the football game
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| The crowd is cheering one more time for me
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| And everything is going fine so far
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| But life is just ten yards away
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| A football play that goes on three
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| But when you don’t know me and you don’t see me
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| The ball springs loose
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| You’re alone and scrambling once again
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| You’re looking for that open man today
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| I’m right beside you screaming, 'you can do this'
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| No one seems to understand
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| I’m not afraid to take a stand
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| But when you don’t know me, it makes no difference what you say
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| You are wrong
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| And maybe you don’t wanna say
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| «Will I just get sacked someday?»
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| I do this all because of you
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| Yeah, tired and bleeding
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| It’s tough, I will go on
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| It makes me wanna sing this song
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| And maybe you don’t wanna say
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| «Dreams come true don’t they?»
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| Let’s go
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| And maybe you don’t wanna say
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| «Will I just get sacked someday?»
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| I do this all because of you
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| Yeah, tired and bleeding
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| It’s tough, I will go on
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| It makes me wanna sing this song
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| And maybe you don’t wanna say
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| «Dreams come true don’t they?»
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| And if I could just do this over
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| Over and over again, again
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| And if I could just do this over
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| The party is over, the party is over
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| My senior year is gone |