He falls
He falls
He falls
He falls at the striker’s end
He falls
He falls at the non-striker’s end
He falls
He falls
To rise
To fall
To rise
To fall
He falls as he sweeps you
He falls
He falls as he creeps up on you
He falls
He falls as he reverse sweeps you
He falls
To rise
He falls
He falls with one hand on the bat
He falls
He falls with one hand on your balls
He falls
As he barely completes a run
He falls
As he barely makes it into the 90s
He falls
To rise
My boy, Rishabh Pant
He falls
My man, Rishabh Pant
He falls
To rise
And if he didn’t fall
And if his team didn’t fall
What good would this rise have been
If he didn’t fall at all
He falls
That’s a one handed six
He falls
That’s a one handed six
He falls
That’s a one handed clap
He falls
That’s a one handed thumbs up
Of course
He’s squealing
He’s freewheeling
He’s sealing
The match
Across foreign shores
He’s my boy, Rishabh Pant
He falls
My man, Rishabh Pant
He falls
To rise
To rise
He falls
To rise
He falls
To rise
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