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Provided by explosiveskull https://twitter.com/kaboomskull M_I_SForEver

You guys gotta find something inside you

that's gonna propel you to play better.

I don't know what that is.

Maybe it's your narcissistic personalities

'cause your parents brought you up

as a privileged little bastard pipsqueak

that thinks they can fucking play videogames

and let their daddy and their mommy pay

for everything they do, but guess what?

All the little pretty girls that you want to go to the prom with,

that shit wears out,

because when you get older and you don't have any money,

you ain't gonna fucking get those girls!

(crickets chirring)

(breathing heavily)

What's up, Bobby?

- What's going on? - How's that career goal?

You got that scholarship, didn't you?

- All right, all right. - Good, good, good.

Don't smoke.

- That shit'll kill you. - You right, bro.

You right. Shit!

- Was that Bobby White? - Yeah!

Yeah, he's got it going on.

He's gonna go a long way.

Bobby White!

- Hi. - Hey.

How are you, Ms. Malico?

I'm fine, I'm doing good.

How about you?

Good, just walking around.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

You pitching good?

- Try to. - All right.

I've been out to watch a couple of them.

- Really? - Yeah, early ones.

Early ones, yeah.

What'd you think?

Flamethrower?

You look good, Bobby.

How's your daddy?

He's all right.

You tell him I said hey.

- I will. - Okay?

- Yeah. - All right.

Don't be a stranger.

All right.

(scanner beeps)

What you gettin' up to tonight, Bobby?

- Strollin'. - Yeah?

Oh, shit, this thing.

(bag rustling)

- Good night. - Bye.

(crickets chirring)

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

♪ ♪

(water lapping)

♪ ♪

This little boy just never gets enough, does he?

(laughing)

You're too much.

♪ ♪

Are you wearing a bra?

Yes.

♪ ♪

- Hello. - Hey!

- How's it going? - Good.

♪ ♪

Come on, Bobby!

(cheering)

♪ ♪

(cheering)

♪ ♪

(cheering)

♪ ♪

(thunder rumbling)

(rain pouring)

♪ ♪

(fence rattling)

(fence rattling)

Hey, come on.

- One. - Two.

- Three. - Four.

- Five. - Six.

- Seven. - Eight.

- Nine. - Ten.

Switch.

- One. - Two.

- Three. - Four.

- Five. - Six.

- Seven. - Eight.

- Nine. - Ten.

Switch.

- One. - Two.

- Three. - Four.

- Five. - Six.

- Seven. - Eight.

- Nine. - Ten.

Switch.

(whistle blows)

(shouting)

No celebratin'.

Good catch, good catch!

(whistle blows)

Going!

Get outta here!

Hit the base!

Hit the base!

Come on, Ken, faster.

Base, base!

(birds chirping)

(fence rattling)

(crickets chirring)

(tapping)

(light clicks off)

(water bubbling)

(banging, rattling)

Can I stay here?

I kind of like to sleep alone.

I got you.

I'll see you at school, though, right?

Yeah.

Okay. That was fun.

Mm-hmm.

(shoes thud)

(toes cracking)

(groans)

(birds chirping)

(hose spraying)

(squeaking)

(groaning)

(groaning)

I can normally do it myself,

but... I hurt my left hand.

Oh, yeah?

It's all right.

Thanks.

Where we going with this?

Over to the... wood wall.

What happened to your hand?

Uh...

Don't worry about it.

(groaning)

(rattling)

- Thank you. - Yup.

Thanks, man.

♪ ♪

(glove pops)

(lockers clanging)

(chatter)

(bell ringing)

Thank you.

Hey.

Caroline.

Hey.

Have you seen Adam this morning?

Um, no.

Okay.

Bobby?

Did you listen to the rain this morning?

Yeah, did you?

Yeah.

(insects chirring)

(car approaching)

(groaning)

What?

What is it?

What?

Let's get you inside.

(groaning)

Oh, thank you, son, thank you.

Oh my, whoa.

(breathing heavily)

♪ ♪

(whistle blowing)

(groaning)

(whistle blowing)

♪ ♪

(smacking, groaning)

♪ ♪

(whistle blowing)

♪ ♪

(groaning continues)

♪ ♪

(groaning)

♪ ♪

(whistle blowing)

♪ ♪

Perry!

(shouting, laughter)

Yo, who keeps putting

the fucking gum up in the dugout?

- It's Mulberry. - Mulberry, is that you?

Cut it out, Binky.

(chatter)

(laughter)

Hey, yo, shut up!

Coach is talking.

♪ ♪

Deon, why do you keep hitting it to second base?

Sorry.

If you do that again, I'm gonna bench your ass.

Okay?

Alejandro,

when you field the ball,

then I want you to tag this guy, Adam,

I want you to tag him hard,

I want you to try to knock him down.

Lay him out, or I'm gonna bench your ass.

- Got it. - Goldberg, good job.

Thanks, Coach.

Adam, your only job is to run to second base.

- You think you can do that? - Yes, sir.

'Cause I'm trying to teach you something about discipline,

'cause without discipline, you have nothing.

You're gonna be chop suey out there.

I don't care if we have one player on the field today.

Doesn't matter to me,

because if you don't deserve to play, guess what,

you're not playing.

You're not playing in my world.

Let me talk to you for a second.

Yeah, dude, of course.

You know, I'm here for you all the time.

I just feel on edge, you know, and I'm wondering,

maybe you could give me some advice

how to find clarity on the field, you know?

I really respect the coach, and I wanna do him proud, bro.

It's like, I spend so much time talking myself out of things

in my head.

I just need to be with you guys, just like...

Yeah, dude, let's go to the quarry later.

Yeah, let's get the fuck over there...

Fucking chill, smoke weed.

- Beers. - Get laid, exactly.

Oh, man, I wanna get laid, dude.

What do you mean, you don't wanna get laid?

- I do wanna get laid. - So what's goin' on?

I don't think chicks like me, I'm not that good-looking.

Dude, you're a beautiful guy, are you kidding me?

No, man.

You think I hang out with fucking ugly dudes?

- You're gorgeous. - Why does it matter

what sort of dudes you hang out with?

It sounds sorta gay, man.

Bro, come on, shut up!

I'm not fucking gay.

You sure?

(laughing)

- I'm sure. - You don't wanna find out?

I don't wanna find out, you fucking pussy.

What's up?

Let's get some fucking girls out here.

This is getting fucking gay.

I don't want to talk about this anymore.

Hey, Bobby.

How's your hand, man?

All right.

Hurt a little when I would catch the ball,

but it's fine.

You know.

So, what's up with your dad?

Uh, yeah.

He's a great man, you know?

Strong.

Um, you know Caroline, right?

Yeah, I know Caroline.

I think I might ask her to prom.

Really?

Good luck, man.

Thanks.

Well, see you later.

Later.

(birds chirping)

Who were you busy with?

Oh, nobody, just another man.

You know, we're busy...

(chatter)

I don't wanna be, like, bougie, you know?

It's okay.

Yeah, it's okay, 'cause you're never here.

(laughter)

(chatter)

You see that, Caroline?

What?

What's she looking at?

You onto something?

Just looking.

We all know where she's looking.

Where?

- There. - Where?

"Where? I'm mysterious and oblivious, settle down."

Oh, nice one.

It's a joke.

Guys, let's go.

- Yeah. - Okay.

(chatter)

Have a good practice, Adam.

Who's that?

Whoa, dude.

I'm gonna take her to prom.

Looks like she's into you.

I hope so.

I mean, she is the hottest girl in school, right?

- Basically. - Are you nervous?

- Yeah. - Damn.

Looks like you got a lot on your plate, buddy.

- Cheetos. - Yeah.

For now, it's just Cheetos.

(laughing)

♪ ♪

(clacking)

(birds chirping)

(crowd chanting "Giants")

(crowd cheering)

(shouting, fence rattling)

(umpire grunts)

(team shouting)

Go back to home base.

Go back, go back.

(chatter)

Give me the ball.

(sighs)

(applause, crowd cheering)

Bobby!

(crowd cheering)

- Bobby! - Come on, Bobby!

Give me the heat, Bobby.

Come on, right down the middle.

(crowd cheering)

Go, Bobby!

(umpire grunts)

(crowd cheering)

Go, Bobby!

(applause)

(crowd chanting "Giants")

(insects chirring)

(engine rumbling)

Do you need a ride?

I guess, yeah.

You're Bobby?

Yeah.

That was a great game.

Thanks.

Do you feel all right?

Feel better now.

A little bit.

Haven't I seen you at the practices before?

Yeah, I'm Adam's mom, and the coach's wife.

Do your parents ever come to the games?

Sorry.

(insects chirring)

(breathing heavily)

(cutting)

Well, tomorrow, there's this party,

and, uh...

yeah, I wanna go to the party.

It's, uh...

You're not going to no party.

It... just some of the guys are going to Wheelers,

and, um, you know,

I really wanna go to this party.

Well, I just got through saying, you're not going to any party.

- Uh... - What's the party?

It's, like, the guys from the team

and guys from school all going, just having a little party.

It's not a party, it's...

we're just all going to the roller rink.

I was wondering...

Thank you.

That's the last I want to hear about it.

It's delicious.

(laughing)

Thank you.

(sniffling)

(laughing)

Thank you.

(silverware clinking)

So can I go?

Ask your mother.

Of course, sweetheart.

I love the roller rink.

Did you thank your mother for allowing you to go to the party,

or the roller rink, whatever the fuck...

It's not necessary.

Thank you.

I didn't hear you.

Thank you.

Thank you, who?

Mom.

Let me hear you say the whole thing.

Thank you, Mom,

for letting me go to the roller rink.

(silverware tapping)

(chair sliding)

Open your mouth.

You gotta eat something.

I don't have an appetite right now.

(tearful chuckle)

I had such a big lunch.

Let go.

Come on, just open up a little bit, just take a little bite.

Little bite.

There you go.

Bobby.

Bobby!

Bobby!

(sighs)

He's just a kid.

You can't rely on kids to show up.

I'm not relying on him.

They're definitely not gonna show up,

especially when you want them to.

No one shows up.

That is not very nice of you, young lady.

Mom, I'm not talking about you.

You have nothing to be upset about.

- What are you doing? - Just get out.

- Get out, in the rain? - Enough.

Get out of the car.

You can walk to school with this attitude.

- Thanks a lot. - Go collect yourself.

- Come home with a smile. - Thanks.

(crickets chirring)

(knocking)

Come on in.

Hello.

I got these for you.

Thank you so much. How nice.

Yeah, well, they're not real.

- And how are you today? - I'm great, how are you?

I'm feeling a bit under the weather.

- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. - Yeah.

I was wondering, Ms. O'Shea,

is there any way I could get a note

telling Coach I'm not gonna be at practice today?

That'll be okay, Bobby.

You just rest up.

Okay.

(scribbling)

(sighs)

- Have a great day. - You too.

Thanks so much.

(door opening)

- I trip a lot. - You do?

(laughing)

Your tattoo, you were telling me about your tattoo.

My mom's name.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

- What is it? - Mer, like Mermaid.

Short for.

That's amazing.

(groaning)

What happened to your mom?

I don't know, I guess they never got married though.

She left?

I think so.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

Why did you get married?

Because I was in love.

(chuckling)

And I wanted a family, a happy family,

and I wanted their lives to be perfect and beautiful.

It's all come together?

Obviously.

(train clanking)

♪ ♪

(muffled chatter)

♪ ♪

Oh, six.

Take that.

♪ ♪

- Fuck. - Fuck!

(laughing)

That's the ugliest thing ever, like, shit, bro.

♪ ♪

(sawing)

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

Yeah, yeah.

I just need to shine the flashlight.

Which car is that?

Yeah.

It's one of their custom cars.

When you do that, you have to be patient.

You're not responsible for somebody stealing it,

but you gotta pay for it.

(saw clanging, sawing)

(gravel crunching)

(door rattling)

(sighs)

(sliding on shelf)

(clanging)

(can opening, closing)

Kid?

Hey, Pop.

(sighs)

How you doin'?

School?

I was sick today, man.

(clearing throat)

Sick?

I got a note, it's okay.

How's Caroline?

(sighs)

I-I met a girl.

What?

Hm.

Met a girl.

Who?

Oh my.

Wanna put the record on?

Please, yes, thank you.

Oh, boy.

(buttons clicking)

♪ ♪

I don't know what I'd do without you.

Will you come to a game?

Oh, son, you know I would.

I'd love to.

Love to, I'd be so proud to be there.

Next Friday?

Whenever you say.

Whenever you say, son.

♪ ♪

Just take care of that arm.

♪ ♪

♪ Well, for me, time has no meaning, no future, no past ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And when you're in love, you don't have to ask ♪

♪ There's never enough time to hold love in your grasp ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Turning time around ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Turning time around ♪

♪ ♪

♪ That is what love is ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Turning time around ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Yes, that is what love is ♪

♪ ♪

♪ My time is your time when you're in love ♪

♪ And time is what you never have enough of ♪

♪ You can't see or hold it ♪

♪ It's exactly like love ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Turning time around ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Turning time around ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Turning time around ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Turning time around ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Turning time around ♪

♪ Well, I gotta have it ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I gotta, gotta, gotta have it ♪

♪ ♪

(screaming)

(go-kart engines rumbling)

(muffled music playing)

Hi, how are you? How can I help you?

Hi, um...

♪ ♪

(singing in foreign language)

♪ ♪

(exhaling deeply)

♪ ♪

Caroline? Hey.

Hey, Adam.

♪ ♪

I, uh...

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I... I... Are you goin' to prom?

Yeah, why?

Maybe, maybe you'd wanna...

if you'd like to go with me.

Okay, yeah, sure.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Are you gonna do the whole tuxedo thing?

Yeah, I'm gonna do the whole tuxedo thing.

I'm gonna wear a tuxedo, and...

I'm gonna wear yellow.

Perfect, even better.

- No, for the flower. - Oh, for the flower.

Well, so then wear yellow,

and I'll be in a tuxedo.

- Um... - Okay.

- And I'll see you then. - All right.

You'll pick me up then?

Of course I'll pick you up.

♪ ♪

- Just save it, save it, shh! - I'm gonna pick you up.

I'm gonna pick you up.

(indistinct talking)

Damn!

Shh, he can hear you, stop.

Mrs. S.?

Mrs. S.?

♪ ♪

(indistinct talking)

Woo!

(indistinct talking)

(gun firing)

- Tremaine Edmunds. - Let's get all the Ts down.

(indistinct chatter)

(liquid shaking)

Oh, there he is.

Go sit down.

Let's go, sit down!

You guys gotta focus.

Stop talkin' to each other out there.

Stop waving to people in the bleachers.

I don't care what pretty girl's out there.

This team is gonna read that,

and they're gonna run on you.

That's your weakness.

You're all fuckin' around while the ball's not in play.

When that ball's in play,

your eye is on the goddamn ball!

Because the only way to have fun

is to stick your neck out

and bite the other team's fuckin' head off

and shit them out for breakfast!

That's what I wanna see!

What do you wanna win for?

- For my family. - For your family?

What do you wanna fuckin' play for?

What do you have that you wanna fuckin' play...

You think you can take me?

Your daddy's a loser!

A loser!

Huh? You think it's fuckin' funny?

- Yeah! Yeah! - No, coach.

Yeah, let me see that fuckin' fire go.

- Yeah! That's right! - Woo!

- I wanna see you fuckin' play! - Yeah!

That's what I wanna fuckin' see!

(yelling)

Come on, let's go, get the fuck out there.

Let's go, Bobby!

Get out there!

(boy whooping)

♪ ♪

(indistinct yelling)

(dirt scraping)

♪ ♪

(umpire grunting once)

(crowd cheering)

♪ ♪

(fan shouting indistinctly)

♪ ♪

(fans whooping)

(indistinct yelling)

♪ ♪

(crowd cheering)

Okay, Bobby!

Come on in.

Good throw, Bobby!

Great show, Bobby.

Yeah, baby, yeah!

(crowd cheering)

You motherfucker.

Cheese all day, huh?

(laughing)

- You all right, Bobby? - Yeah.

(crowd cheering)

(umpire grunting once)

Keep an eye on the ball.

Watch it, let's go.

(crowd cheering)

(umpire grunting once)

(people groaning)

Come on, Adam, you can do it!

Come on, Adam, you can do it.

Adam!

Right through it, right through it.

(umpire grunting twice)

(crowd groaning)

(fan whistling)

All right, let's go, let's go!

Get out on the field, come on!

Come on, boys, let's go!

- Go, go! - Let's go, guys, here we go!

Go, Bobby!

- Come on, Bobby! - Knock 'em out!

♪ ♪

Throw the fuckin' ball.

♪ ♪

(umpire grunting twice)

(crowd cheering)

(retching)

You're pitchin' next inning, you,

you warmed up?

No.

I'm not goin' out there, coach.

What'd you say?

I'm not goin' out there.

Bobby's pitching, or no one's pitching.

All right, you can go home.

Go home, you can go home.

Go home.

- The fuck was that about? - I don't know.

Fuckin' kid's crazy.

Bobby, you good?

Uh-huh.

(retching)

Hold him up, Rick.

Oh, Bobby.

- Bobby. - Let's go, Bobby.

- Bobby! - Yeah, Bobby!

(team chanting "Bobby" and clapping)

Let's go!

(crowd cheering)

(chanting "Bobby")

(cheering continues in the distance)

(umpire grunting twice)

(crowd cheering)

Bobby White has pitched a perfect game!

This is no miracle!

The Giants are undefeated, ladies and gentlemen.

What a game, what a game!

My boy pitches a perfect game, and you come to live with us.

(tapping on painting)

Come on.

You're my lucky moth now.

(chanting "Bobby" and cheering)

(thunder rumbling)

♪ ♪

Well, four hours

and 59 minutes.

Fifty-eight.

♪ ♪

You know, my father didn't participate in my life

the way that I am in yours.

But one day that he did participate,

he drove me to the wrong baseball field

17 miles away from home.

♪ ♪

He made me stand in the batter's stance,

and then he took a photo of me and he left.

♪ ♪

I had to walk home eight hours.

♪ ♪

Yeah, I hated my dad.

♪ ♪

But I'm grateful for him in a way

because if I can get through the shit

that my dad had to serve,

then I can get through anything.

(insects chirring)

So you can hate me all you want.

You don't need to love me back,

but you will later on.

(clattering)

(coughing)

We're all madly proud

to be part of the green and gold.

And today it's time for us to pay attention

to the huge amount of labor it takes

to play the way these youngsters have played.

I'd like to ask us all to praise

with vigorous shouting

and clamor, and...

(cheering)

Bobby!

- Where have you been? - What do you mean?

Bobby, Will Barton.

How you doin'?

Now a bad time?

- No. - Yes!

It's quite a talent you got there, son.

That coach of yours is keepin' you under mighty tight wraps.

Can't really say that I blame him.

Hell, technically I'm not even supposed to be here doin' this.

I just wanted to come say hello.

Just know that at the end of this season,

you're gonna be hearin' from me, Bobby.

(birds chirping)

(doors slamming)

(stomping upstairs)

(door closing and locking)

(breathing deeply)

(knocking)

Baby? Baby?

(knocking)

(crying)

Caroline?

(crying)

I love you!

(shaky breathing)

All right, sit down.

Got some news.

What do you mean?

(dishes clattering)

We're goin' on a trip.

When you're done with your classes and your tests,

you, your mother, and I, we're takin' a trip.

Goin' on a family vacation.

Your mother says that we should

go on a trip, so...

- we're gonna go on a trip. - I...

So let me tell you where we're gonna go.

We're gonna go to Venice, and then Paris,

and then maybe if we have time in-between,

we'll go to Basel and visit the Rhine,

which your mother says that this is something that

we need to do as a family, so that's what we'll go and do.

Dad, I got prom after

- classes end. - You're not goin' to prom.

(dishes clinking)

You wanted to go on a trip, Mom?

- She hasn't said anything. - Stop askin' questions

- and finish your... - Well, I'm not going, I'm not...

(banging on table)

- Eat your food! - I'm not going.

- It's fine. - You guys can go, I'm not goin'.

I'm stayin' here, I got a date.

At Wheeler's, I asked her to prom.

I'm going to prom with Caroline, so...

That's good pancakes.

Yeah, you like the pancakes?

(clattering)

Get in the fuckin' garage.

Get in the garage!

Get in the fucking garage!

Well, I'm not going.

And that's all you got?

You get in that garage right now.

Why?

So you can do that shit again?

Yeah, what the fuck are you doing?

- Get in the garage. - Yeah, just sit there.

What planet are you on?

(clattering)

Never talk to your mother like that again...

Yeah, well, she's not talkin' to me.

Get in the garage.

Get in the garage!

Get in the garage!

You get in the garage!

Get in the garage right now!

Go!

Get outta here.

(door closing)

(indistinct yelling)

♪ ♪

(thunder rumbling)

♪ ♪

Mrs. S., what happens when you die?

Do you get shot into space with a 12-guage, or

if you're cremated and planted,

do you grow back as a tree, or

plant, or...

Fuck!

(floor creaking)

I know where it is.

♪ ♪

(water splashing)

(metal clanking)

There you go, man.

(birds chirping)

- This $200? - $200.

No tip?

No.

Can I at least use your bathroom?

Can't use my bathroom.

Have a good party.

(knocking)

Yo.

- What's up, man? - What's good?

Come on, man,

I wanna dance!

Should go dance, you look great.

Thanks, but,

who gonna dance with Caroline?

I don't know.

I don't know, somebody.

How 'bout you?

She not there.

- She's not there? - Yeah!

- For real? - Facts!

That's why I come get you, man.

- You're my boy. - Yeah.

Come on, get your shirt on.

All right, I'm gonna get a shirt, I'm gonna get a shirt.

All right.

(door banging)

Hurry up, man.

Bro, lookin' good!

Come on, man, lookin' spiffy.

Come on, I gotta get my tie and my rose.

(laughing)

Hi, baby girl.

When was the last time you spoke to him?

When he asked me out to prom.

Few days ago.

He's a very sweet boy,

and I know why you like him, I understand.

He's probably having a difficult time.

No, something's wrong.

- You feel that? - Mm-hmm.

Do you wanna drive over there and see what's happening?

- To Adam's? - Yeah.

(doorbell ringing)

What are you doin' on my front porch?

Hi.

- Evan. - Shannon.

Hi, Ms. Caroline.

That is not my name.

- Yes, ma'am. - Young man.

You know why I'm here?

I assume to see my daughter.

Hi, Caroline.

Hi, Bobby.

Will you go to prom with me?

- Did you bring me a flower? - Of course.

Those are my lilies!

They're beautiful.

- Let's go. - Let's go.

- Be careful now! - Okay.

Good night.

♪ ♪

(people murmuring)

♪ ♪

Man, it looks like this shit is over.

Yo, there's a party at Adam's house, man!

Yo, his parents are out of town and everything

vacationing, yo.

Yo, Mason, yo!

♪ ♪

Do you wanna go?

Okay.

♪ ♪

You look really pretty by the way.

Thanks.

♪ ♪

I love you, Caroline.

I love you too, Bobby.

♪ ♪

(indistinct talking)

♪ ♪

(retching)

♪ ♪

- Want something to drink? - No, (unintelligible).

You sure?

Okay.

♪ ♪

Caroline, you look hot as shit.

♪ ♪

Bobby!

♪ ♪

Hey, what the fuck?

♪ ♪

(muffled talking)

♪ ♪

(laughing)

Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug!

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(people faintly chanting "chug")

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(clattering)

(breathing heavily)

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Don't look so sad, Bobby.

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(indistinct talking)

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(cheering)

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Fuckin' tag him!

(laughing)

(screaming)

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♪ ♪

♪ You know, man, when I was a young man in high school ♪

♪ ♪

♪ You believe it or not I wanted to play football for the coach ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And all those older guys ♪

♪ they said that he was mean and cruel, but you know ♪

♪ I wanted to play football for the coach ♪

♪ ♪

♪ They said I was a little too lightweight ♪

♪ to play linebacker so I'm playin' right-end ♪

♪ Wanted to play football for the coach ♪

♪ ♪

♪ 'Cause you know some day, man, ♪

♪ you gotta stand up straight unless you're gonna fall ♪

♪ Then you're going to die ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And the straightest dude I ever knew ♪

♪ was standin' right by me all the time ♪

♪ So I had to play football for the coach ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Man, I wanted to play football for the coach ♪

♪ ♪

♪ When you're all alone and lonely ♪

♪ in your midnight hour ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And you find that your soul ♪

♪ it has been up for sale ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And you're getting to think about ♪

♪ all the things that you done ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And you're getting to hate ♪

♪ just about everything ♪

♪ ♪

♪ But remember the princess who lived on the hill ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Who loved you ♪

♪ even though she knew you was wrong ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And right now she just might come shinin' through ♪

♪ And the glory of love ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Glory of love ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Glory of love ♪

♪ just might come through ♪

♪ ♪

♪ When all your two-bit friends ♪

♪ have gone and ripped you off ♪

♪ ♪

♪ They're talkin' behind your back saying ♪

♪ "Man, you're never gonna be no human being" ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And you start thinkin' again ♪

♪ about all those things that you done ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And who it was ♪

♪ And what it was ♪

♪ And all the different things ♪

♪ that made every different scene ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Ah, but remember that the city is a... ♪