Even Lebron has to go to the bench,
He's tired; the game's too intense.
Sometimes he's got to simmer down,
Watch him walking to the bench.
It's kind of frightening, right?
King James has no throne,
Just a bench he can't call his own,
Even the King suffers from fatigue
That's life living in the league.
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