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with no sense of time
And I go back to the feel of a fifty yard line
A blanket, a girl, some raspberry wine
Wishin' time would stop right in its
life with no sense of time
An' I go back to the feel of a fifty yard line
A blanket, a girl, some raspberry wine
Wishin' time would stop right in its
heiroine
She's my heroine

Got high on the 50 yard line
Cops showed up and got fined
They chased us round the bend
We sat on the hill at nighttime
Just
I am chewing on power lines
Spraying the yard in spark
Clouds were bruised when the day broke
Clouds were bruised when the day broke

You're in
Yeah I was always the crazy one
I broke into the stadium
And I wrote your number on the 50 yard line
You were always the perfect one
to give a shit
Why we made it to the fifty yard line
Nothing's ever good enough
Everything's fine
I feel like I'm wasting my time

You always run
High school halftime Friday night
Standing on the fifty yard line
Big old blue and gold tuba in my hand

I could see Katie Ann in the popcorn
yard line
We're going on overtime

Going on overtime
Going on overtime
Going on overtime
Going on overtime
Going on overtime
Baby take leaving
I was always the crazy one
Who broke into the stadium
And I wrote your number
On the fifty yard line

You were always the perfect one
with me you'd be mine
So we can make love on the 50 yard line
You for me me for you
There's nothing in this world you know we couldn't do
Yeah but
He is a trucker
Burning the highway
His heart is strong as stone
Counting them yard lines
Passing the hard time
Riding that black top home

CHORUS:
I remember cheering you on at every football game
Shoutin', "# 20 as a running back takes your place
I wait from the bleachers on the 30 yard line
the rub-a-dub, unh
No love for the haters, the haters
Mad cause I got floor seats at the Lakers
See me on the fifty yard line with the Raiders
Met Ali he told
On the highlight of small town life
It's Friday night

And now the stadium's quiet
Standing here alone on this old 50 yard line
If I listen close I can hear
All the trees they line the yards
Suburban homes all in a row screened in porches,
Swimming pools deluxe electric garage doors
And trampolines,
shit
Runnin the block like a runnin back duckin from d's
Get knocked on the fifty yard line with hard time
Side lines flooded with drops, cops is
of them mean absolutely nothing
But some of them mean everything

John 3:16, the fab four,
The fifty yard line, the thirteenth floor,
9/11, the dirty
sunshine put away for a rainy day

Samuel

Seen a lantern swinging
Down in the tunnel
About a two hour walk down the railroad line
To Camden Yards in
much on my mind 
Johnny on the spot, got the rhythm and the rhyme 
Fuckin' with The Roots you know them niggaz is the dime 
I can make a hundred yard
No love for the haters
Mad cause I got floor seats at the Lakers
See me on the fifty yard line with the Raiders
Met Ali he told me I'm the greatest
But uh-oh, the wind is failing, 
Now I'm headed downward, groundward, 
Clownward to the school. 

on the football field I crashed, 
50-yard line
runnin' back, you think I had TJ Duckett wit me
That's cause I throw it like Vick, from the yard line
Menage a trois, it's safe to say I'm havin' hard
you know them n****z is the dime
I can make a hundred yard line start to dash
I can make a whole lake of fish start to splash
I can make Conan
didn't want to pass it up
To the next man had my Walkman bumping on
The fifty yard line and my adrenaline pumping
Like a kill thriller driller tiller
line-for-line
Half-time, center stage, 50 yard line
Long time, man for dead
Should've been, put one in his head
Before the poison spread to the body
Partly done,

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