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On my way up
Rit, Rattle and Roll
Rollers, strollers, babies crying
Wine and dining on a butter roll
Crampes in with beggars and business men
Bright lights, flash here and then
Out of the dark and into the night
I catch brighter lights fill the fields
Its surreal
One done
Six spots
One huge lot
Of land of the grand stand
Parks and playgrounds
I can hear the crowds make sounds
Yell, clap and stomp their feet
Where players meet
And greet the atmosphere
Where legends are born here.