Score
with the intensity of a big game
where the score is finally tied
what determines how we both win
is going to be how hard we try
minutes tick away the time
and we get one final huddle
the buzzer sounds, time runs out
as we stand here in the middle
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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