Eleven seconds left on the clock
Time goes so much slower now
And you hold your breath
And wait for the shot
Pulling your hair out
Crossing your fingers
All you’ve got now is
Just a prayer
2 points away
Winning or losing
2 points is the difference
And there’s no in between
You are left
Either screaming joyful victory
Or leaving the stadium
Empty handed
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