nobody thinks about that stuff
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how tall he mite of bin
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or how fast he coulda run
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they just stare as he rolls by
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all they see is a helpless kid
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with no chance to live a life
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but if they only new
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hes got a dreams of breakin ribbons
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in a hundred yard dash
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climbing up a snow capped mountain
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plantin his flag
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he believes one day he'll stand up
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walk away from that chair
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he got faith he got hope
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and all his mammas prayers
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hes not jaded, bitter,
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gonna leave the given up for the quitters
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doctors say no way he'll walk
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he just smiles and says
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im gonna prove you wrong
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lots of falls
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and failed attempts
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hes legs keep givin out
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bust his heart aint givin in
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cuz what they dont know
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hes got a dreams of breakin ribbons
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in a hundred yard dash
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pushin Earnhardt down the back stretch
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in a daytona draft
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he believes one day
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he'll stand up
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walk away from that chair
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he got faith he got hope
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and all his mammas prayers
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hes not jaded, bitter,
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gonna leave the given up for the quitters
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pulls himself up on the bars
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takes a long deep breath
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lifts his right foot
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off the mat
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with all that hes has left
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he takes a step,one step
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towards that dream of breakin ribbons
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in a hundred yard dash
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goin long for a touchdown
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with his buddies out back
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hes believes one day he'll stand up
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walk from that chair
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he got faith he got hope
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and all his mammas prayers
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hes not jaded, bitter,
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gonna leave the given up for the quitters
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for the quitters
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aint no quitter
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Quitters
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George Canyon |