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Feeling like a bag of bones Shriveled up and cold Nineteen years old And draining out all of my insides On the floor every night Is supposed to make

You don't want the label anymore, so you do your best to try to prove us wrong. All you're doing is proving that we were right about you all along [x

You thought it was dead but now it's back. It's time to get the scene.Back on track. The fun has been gone for much too long. It's 97 and it's coming

Back in 82 when the Cowboys were strong I'd play flag football all day long Until 83 when dad said it was time, We played tackle together And crossed

THE CREW! Our team was committed, and you pledged to lead us through. Day by day, the message spread - Our numbers fucking grew. The plays were written, executed perfectly. Yards

You say it's all been said before. Well that just fucking shows that you still have no idea of what this means to us. You lost sight of something that

I want no part of your politics and bullshit. It has no place! We just want to play and have some fun, but that's not good enough for you. You think

I know I won't be alone in the end But there won't be as many As I once thought there would And it's so fucking sad man Because I know we all should

We looked you in the eye. And expressed our views. So next time you cross us You've got no excuse. You know how we feel. You know we're for real. Our