| We loved some and we fought some
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| We won some and we lost some
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| We were awful, we were awesome
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| Weren’t we, coach
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| We worked hard and we were lazy
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| We were heroes, we were babies
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| Made you proud then drove you crazy
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| Didn’t we, coach
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| All those mottos all those reasons all those rhymes
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| They stay priceless but they come right back right on time
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| You were a teacher, a preacher
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| A mother, a father
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| A lot less taker than giver
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| A keeper of secrets
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| And constantly making
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| Believers outta quitters
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| For all of your time
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| And your heart and your soul
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| You deserve a lot more than a toast
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| But here’s to you, and thanks again
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| We’ll never forget you coach
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| The papers loved to hate you
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| Wasn’t worth near what they paid you
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| But it never seemed to phase you
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| Did it coach
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| And those fans could be fair weather
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| But you kept us all together
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| Found a way to make us better
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| Somehow coach
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| Your door was always open rain or shine
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| All those hats you wore will always blow my mind
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| You were a teacher, a preacher
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| A mother, a father
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| A lot less taker than giver
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| A keeper of secrets
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| And constantly making
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| Believers outta quitters
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| For all of your time
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| And your heart and your soul
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| You deserve a lot more than a toast
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| But here’s to you, and thanks again
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| We’ll never forget you coach
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| For all of your time
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| And your heart and your soul
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| You deserve a lot more than a toast
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| So here’s to you, and thanks again
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| We’ll love you and we’ll hold you in
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| Our hearts there with
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| The things that matter most
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| We’ll never forget you coach
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| Oh god bless you, coach
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| We’ll never forget you coach
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| We’ll never forget you coach |