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In the dream the curveballs keep on coming
Coming at me thick and fast
I'm ducking and I'm diving as they fly past
Then I pick up my imaginary bat and start
Smack, smack, smack, smack, smacking 'em back
As the voices in my head get drowned out by the crowd
The pitcher's doubled up as he's laughing out loud
Then I hear the catcher shout
"How's that your out?"
And the dream it seems to keep on coming
Coming at me from left field
I'm now a gladiator with no shield
I'm on my knees, the master cracks the whip
The lions are smack, smack, smack, smack, smacking their lips
My pleas for mercy are drowned out by the cheers of the crowd
The umpire's thumb is up and it slowly turns down
And the whole arena cries
"Let her die"
And the truth is I don't care 'cause I can't go on
There is no hope left, there is nowhere to run
So I'm bracing myself for the final blow
Then I see you there in the tunnel's light glow
In your hands you are holding a white flag
You're waving it and crying
Whispering that you're sorry for everything
In a flash I'm back, cracking a backyard
You're pitching and I'm smack, smack, smack, smack, smacking 'em hard
My legs are given wings by the cheers of the crowd
I'm flying 'round in feathers and laughing out loud
And I hear you say
"Hey kid, you can do worse"
Say "Hey kid, you can do worse"
Say "Hey", say "Hey"
Say "Hey kid"
Say "Hey kid"