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Waking up at 4, quickly running out the door.

Returning home at noon, and then getting ready to go out again soon.

It’s all for the love of the game, love of the game, love of the game.

You hope it bring you fame.

You feel connected with your team, like you could never leave.

You want to quit, your sick of getting hit.

But you keep going, you wont quit.

It’s all for the love of the game, love of the game, love of the game.