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Walking on the sidewalk, roundball under my arm |
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Everybody knows how you play is who you are |
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Walking down the road, looking for a game or two |
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The real moves come through, no matter what they're gonna do |
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It's down to you |
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Take me to the old playground |
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Where the old ones rule, and the young ones do their time |
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Take me to the old playground |
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Where the talk is cheap |
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And the restless stalk that baseline |
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The old sage frowns, he says just pass it on around |
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But all-world junior's pulling up from downtown |
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For some it's a way out, for some it's a way in |
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Most of us don't even care |
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We're just looking for another gym to get in |
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Take me to the old playground |
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Where the old ones rule, and the young ones do their time |
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Take me to the old playground |
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Where some play from dreams |
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And the rest just play for pride |
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The old man said stop running with those boys |
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But they know what to do and their folks don't mind the noise |
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Say hey now, everybody's gonna get along |
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Just call your own foul when you break the rules |
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If you make it you take it, so make your move |
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Take me to the old playground |
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Where the old ones rule, and the young ones do their time |
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Take me to the old playground |
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Where the talk is cheap |
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And the restless stalk that baseline |
