The Grass Beneath My Feet
¶ 1
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On the field I roar
Through the line I soar
I make the hit
I’ll never quit
I going to win this war
You’ll never score
For on this field I stand
I am the better Man
While all the Losers weep
On the Ground Beneath My Feet
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