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Words & music © Jeff Mellin/Sweet Red Onion Publishing, BMI 

You played the part
You played the spoon
but how much art
can you blow in a balloon
when you shoot 'em that look
as your eyes dart around the room

Face in the dirt
What should it matter?
The worst is over now
The earth is flatter
You've got an eye on the ball
Got another eye on the batter

And you feel
less than real
You had something in your core
but it ain't there no more
With open arms every time
they pulled you in
sinker, hook & line

So here's a toast
to all who've suffered
You've given up the ghost
the batter's buttered
You're Ruben Kincaid
You're Rubin Studdard

And you feel
less than real
You had something in your core
but it ain't there no more
With open arms every time
they pulled you in
sinker, hook & line
They pulled you in
sinker, hook & line