| I fell on the playing field
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| The work of an errant heel
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| The din of the crowd and the loud commotion
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| Went deafening silence and stopped emotion
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| The season was almost done
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| We managed it 12 to 1
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| So far I had known no humiliation
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| In front of my friends and close relations
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| There’s my father looking on
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| And there’s my girlfriend arm in arm
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| With the captain of the other team
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| And all of this is clear to me
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| They condescend and fix on me a frown
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| How they love the sporting life
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| And father had had such hopes
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| For a son who would take the ropes
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| And fulfill all his old athletic aspirations
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| But apparently now there’s some complications
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| But while I am lying here
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| Trying to fight the tears
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| I’ll prove to the crowd that I come out stronger
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| Though I think I might lie here a little longer
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| There’s my coach he’s looking down
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| The disappointment in his knitted brow
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| «I should’ve known»
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| He thinks again
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| «I never should have put him in»
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| He turns and loads the lemonade away
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| And breathes in deep
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| The sporting life
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| The sporting life
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| The sporting life
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| How he loves…
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| There’s my father looking on
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| And there’s my girlfriend arm in arm
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| With the captain of the other team
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| And all of this is clear to me
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| They condescend and fix on me a frown
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| How they love the sporting life
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| The sporting life
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| The sporting life
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| The sporting life
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| How they love |