If you had... one shot... one oppurtunity... this
is everthing you ever wanted.. His Palms are
sweaty he's weak arms are heavy the vomit on his
shoulders is his mom's spghetti but on the
surface he looks calm and ready... what he wrote
down the crowd goes so loud he opens his mouth
but the words don't come out he's choking now
everbodys chokin' now the clocks run out times up
over now and back to reality ...oh there goes
gravity but he won't give up that easy nope
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