The crowd rose to their feet
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'round a diamond made of clay
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a little boy was rounding third
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but the ball beat him to the plate
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before the dust could even settle
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the other team began to cheer
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instead of riding up on shoulders
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hes fighting back the tears
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i wish i could've won
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i wish i knew how that feels
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i wish i could've won
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faster than the throw from centerfield
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'cause being the hero, sure looks like a lot of fun
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and i wish i was there
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i wish life was fair
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i wish i could've won
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sitting there by the dugout
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another boy was watching through the fence
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and dreaming 'bout the things that he could do
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if he was only given half a chance
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amazed at the reaction of the team
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kicking dirt and pitching fits
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he says, "i know they'd sit it differently if they could see from where i sit
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i wish i could've lost
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i wish i knew how that feels
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i wish that i could walk
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without the help of these four wheels
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i'd be as happy as a hero
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just to play the game at all
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and i wish that i was there
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i wish that life was fair
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i wish i could've lost
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yeah i wish that life was fair
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and i could get out of this chair
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i wish i could've lost
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The Wish
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Dusty Drake |