| I read P-R-I-D-E on the bulletin board, first day of my Sophomore year
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| Eastpak on my shoulder, Nikes on my feet
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| Dragging slack, I was busting in my baggy jeans
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| I thought «Psh, whatever» and I rolled my eyes
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| Went strutting down the hall to give my boys high-fives
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| The friends I made back then, are my real friends now
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| I still see 'em when we go hang out
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| In town, down the road from the halls we came of aging
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| Now I get it
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| Pride, was a capital letter on my baseball cap
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| It’s what held us together around this dot on the map
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| Now its the color I bleed and the stitches in my shoes and my jacket
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| Match it, pride
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| I read P-R-I-D-E on the cheerleader sign on the field on a Friday night
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| I wasn’t on the team, I wasn’t in the band
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| Just another twelfth man up in the stands
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| Flying off my feet when the hometeam scored
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| Laughing at the visitors, pointing at the scoreboard
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| Sure, I got carried away, but I didn’t mean harm
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| Just a fan of where I was from
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| The stadium lights shine bright on us all
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| Win, or lose, or draw |
| Pride, was a capital letter on my baseball cap
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| It’s what held us together around this dot on the map
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| Now its the color I bleed and the stitches in my shoes and my jacket
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| Match it, pride
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| I was a country boy, but I wasn’t a redneck
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| A solid «B» student on my college prep trek
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| I had ambition, plans of moving on
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| But I graduated college then I came back home
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| Because the trees grow strong when their roots run deep
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| And this town is the only place I can sound asleep
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| P-R-I-D-E is in my heart and soul
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| It’s something I want my children to know
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| So I keep believing, no plans on leaving
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| Even if we have a losing season
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| Pride, was a capital letter on my baseball cap
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| It’s what held us together around this dot on the map
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| Now its the color I bleed and the stitches and my stitches, and my stitches,
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| and my stitches, and my stitches
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| Pride, was a capital letter on my baseball cap
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| It’s what held us together around this dot on the map
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| Now its the color I bleed and the stitches in my shoes and my jacket
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| Match it, pride |
| Pride, pride, pride
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| Yeah, I got pride |