Friday Night Lights
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The cool air of a fall Friday night
The field lit up is oh so bright
Our team runs out, the crowd goes wild
Run down the field, the man made aisle
The cheers of spectators fill the air
The long awaited day is here,
white lines on green grass, white tape in teenage arms, white socks before new cleats.
Coaches plan comes to life,
players nerves begin to excite,
fans applauds begin to raise.
