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Friday Night Lights

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The crowd roars
The sight is black
Through the floor of that tunnel
They can see those numbers on our back.

I step onto the field, the turf under my cleats
I can feel a tingle in my feet
The magnitude in the air is high
We just know its Game Time!

The coach is yelling run a fly,run a fly
As the QB yells the formation right eye
The quarterback says, "Ready, Set, Hike!"
So i ran off that line with all my might

So i set out to run my route
I pulled a swim move and i juked that kid out!
The ball spinning in the air and into my hands it lands
I start to run and on scream my 1,000 of loving fans

Into the endzone is where i am
Thats when the referee blew his whistle and pulls on my flags.
TOUCHDOWN!





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