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It Was Just a Dream.
I begin to move swiftly.
 I've been in my groove.
 I come off the screen quickly.
 My shot is silky smooth.
 I hold my hand in the air after the shot.
 As the ball goes through the net.
 20 points total, I haven't missed yet.
 As I run down the floor i can't help but smile.
 The crowds cheering my name.
 Were in the State Finals.
 I love the feeling I get after hitting a big shot.
 The games on the line, gotta give it all I got.
 Down by 3, 5 seconds to go.
 All I know is that I gotta give 'em a show.
 Pass me the ball as I role off the screen.
 I jump, shoot, and hit the three.
 The buzzer sounds, I cant help but say,
 "It's not my fault, I can do it all day."
 Man coming off the bench makes me wanna say,
 "I really wish that I played."
 I wake up and wish it were real.
 If I could play ball, I'd be the real deal.
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