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| Looking out over all the faces wonder and ponder what my next place is hoping for more and more and more and forgetting about what we're doing this for We gotta Check our pride at the door, boys and girls, hit the floor, and remember who it is that we live for Gotta kill our ignorant pride let die what's inside, and remind ourselves in what we abide my friend Coal's jammin out the football the other day i went to watch him play there he sat counting grass on the ten watching blades sweep away like a dust in the wind shouting to the man, "You let the pigskin fly in! While you're sittin on the ten - and counting blades won't help you win Old King Coal got up in my face asking why we always have to play my way We gotta Check our pride at the door, boys and girls, hit the floor, and remember who it is that we live for Gotta kill our ignorant pride let die what's inside, and remind ourselves in what we abide let all the ugly vain modesty all the evil and ungodly stripped and ripped from me until we learn we're not deaf those blades of grass aren't fullfilling my will's to bet there's a villain who's thrill is killing all the joy there is we have left and even Coal will agree that there's a pride within me that breaks so blindly to see that i can't stop this hunger but then the alternate armor will lift and bring us back stronger the love of God will surround and last a whole lot longer |
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