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You know I wasn't hittin' well, at just .234 I would be hittin' better, if I'd been playin' more I'd be suited up and waitin', ready every game But you'd see me sittin' on the bench and never call my name And now you waivered me bye-bye And sent me on my way You're bringin' up some guy Who's hittin' well in triple-A You know I always try To look at things your way But now you waivered me bye-bye And sent me on my way I really tried to help the team, I tried to do my best In fact, if there's a problem, it's maybe that I pressed And you say that I don't hustle, or give it all I got When you're forced to cool your heels so much, you can't always be hot. And now you waivered me bye-bye And sent me on my way You're bringin' up some guy Who's hittin' well in triple-A You know I always try To look at things your way But now you waivered me bye-bye And sent me on my way
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