| VERSE I: Nobody thinks about that stuff
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| Like, how tall he might have been, or how fast he could’ve run
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| They just stare as he rolls by
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| All they see is a helpless kid, with no chance to live a life
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| If they only knew. |
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| CHORUS: He’s got dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash
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| Climbing up a snow-capped mountain & planting his flag
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| He believes one day he’ll stand up & walk away from that chair
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| He’s got faith, he’s got hope, and all his Mama’s prayers
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| He’s not jaded or bitter
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| He’s gonna leave the giving up
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| For the QUITTERS
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| VERSE II: The doctors say no way he’ll walk
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| He’s just smiles and says, I’m gonna prove you wrong
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| Lots of falls and failed attempts
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| His legs keep giving out but his heart ain’t giving in
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| What they don’t know is. |
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| CHORUS: He’s got dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash
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| Pushing Earnhardt down the backstretch in a Daytona draft
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| He believes one day he’ll stand up & walk away from that chair
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| He’s got faith, he’s got hope, and all his Mama’s prayers
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| He’s not jaded or bitter
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| He’s gonna leave the giving up
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| For the QUITTERS
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| BRIDGE: He pulls himself up on the bars and takes a long, deep breath
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| Lifts his right foot off the mat and with all that he has left
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| He takes a step, one step —
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| CHORUS Toward his dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash
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| Going long for a touchdown with his buddies out back
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| He believes one day he’ll stand up & walk away from that chair
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| He’s got faith, he’s got hope, and all his Mama’s prayers
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| He’s not jaded or bitter
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| He’s gonna leave the giving up
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| For the QUITTER |