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He steps on the floor,
gets ready to go,
Heh, you don't notice him; there's nine others.

He gives it his best,
never leaving anything but,
Pffty, you won't notice him; there's nine others.

He runs up the court,
leads his team again,
Bah, you can't notice him; there's nine others.

And now it's clutch time,
he dreams for this,
Still you don't see it; how can you?

He pulls up from downtown,
leaps and takes it,
bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzttttttttttttttt

His heart springs into gear,
another well-fought victory,
Hah, now you notice him.
His is the only story.