Oh, darkness makes them cringe, perhaps caught
Respectable, impeccable, not taught
The key losers
Not to trust in instinct, blame them
No wait, don't tame them
They will let you down every time, the key losers
In the clutch, twice as much
In the long run, final gun
Down the stretch, we couldn't catch
The part-time players, the scrubs
Consistently choking, the roach coach is smoking

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