| I was the rookie of the year
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| I was the boy most likely to
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| And though I still play every year
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| I never really made it
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| I never really made it
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| Where did I go wrong?
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| I never really made it
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| Other prospects came along
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| And the worst thing that I do
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| Is take comfort that
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| They won’t make it too
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| What once seemed so attainable
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| Now seems out of reach
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| Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose, you can’t lose
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| I lost, I lost
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| Are my eyes and heart not good?
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| I never really made it
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| Though they said I would
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| And the worst thing that I do
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| Is take comfort when
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| You don’t make it too
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| The statistics don’t lie
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| The numbers speak for themselves
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| Your average is down
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| You’re bottoming out
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| Your initial success was a rogue result outlier
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| There’s gotta be something that’s not in the numbers
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| There’s gotta be something that’s more than the numbers
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| Doesn’t there?
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| Doesn’t there? |