Youth Leagues

Lyrics
I'm sitting out, you're calling out for ball Well, I came out, maybe I should stay Miss the game, never had your hands Don't miss the game, I never was a fan Look now, spitting out your mind I'm sitting out, I've never been your kind Sitting out, I've never crossed that line Sitting out, I've never paid no mind Sitting out, I've never paid no mind Look and tell, how I missed that world Proud ones play with no worry, good luck to your heart No options withstand devoutness Red streamers run Where boys still fight with their might One chance may die tonight Making home life gloomy Every dream that you'll never know Every undying optimist looks in your heart The games on your mind impressed Where reasons die but desire remains all the way Belie intuition, they run out of gas and they burn alive Happens to most but they learn a lot 'til they're dead No more said, say goodnight
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Credits
- Writers
- Robert Pollard