I'm sitting out
You're calling out for ball
Well I came out
Maybe I should stay
Miss the game
Never had your hands
Don't miss your game
I never was a fan
Look now
Spittin' out your mind
I'm sittin' out
I'll never be your kind
Sittin' out
I'll never cross that line
Sittin' out
I've never paid no mind
Sittin' out
I've never paid no mind
Look and tell
How I missed that world
Proud ones play with no worry
Good luck to your heart
No options withstand devoutness
Red streamers run
Where boys still fight with their might
But chance may die tonight
Making home life gloomy
Every dream that you'll never know
Every undying optimist
Looks in your heart
The games on your mind impressed
Where reasons die but desire remains all the way
Belie intuition
They run out of gas and they burn a lot
Happens to most but they learn a lot
Till they're dead
No more said
Say goodnight
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