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Wes King
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Second String
Eighth grade, Away football game There's a chill in the air, Mouthpieces and Gatorade My girlfriend's a cheerleader, I'm infatuated with the girl With the game
My shoulderpads are too small, My helmet's way too big My uniform's too clean, I haven't touched the ball She's watching me again, O God Please make the coach put me in
I know what it feels like to be second string I know what it feels like to just sit on the bench And watch your friends play, and wonder why you're even on the team I know second string
First date, I just got my driver's license There's fog on the road, we're lost and really late Driving Mama's car, the wrong way on an exit ramp
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I know what it feels like to be second string I know what it feels like to just sit on the bench And watch your friends play, and wonder why you're even on the team I know second string
Long time ago, there was a shepherd boy He tended his sheep, he was of Jesse's line There was a war going on, when he got drafted by the Lord His shoulder bones were too small, his suit of armor to big His sword was way too heavy, still he heeded the call Armed with his faith, five stones and a sling shot
I know what it feels like to be second string I know what it feels like to just sit on the bench And watch your friends play, and wonder why you're even on the team I know second string
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