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Rebirtha strolling 'cross the street |
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Juggling keys to a small red car |
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Butterflies and bombs fly close |
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Like she's some Disney movie star |
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Sipping hopes and lonlies |
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Since the big leagues left us dry |
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Birtha, Rebirtha sing a sad song |
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Soothe these troubled times |
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First time |
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It's not the first time |
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Last time |
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No, I know I seen your place before |
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Maybe in a past life |
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Or maybe it was just last night |
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I don't know |
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Birtha never sang too well |
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But her stereo shook glass |
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Leather gripped our bodies |
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As her toes curled around the gas |
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Shaking loose out of Kansas |
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First twenty minutes in black-and-white |
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Birtha, Rebirtha, talk to me, take to me |
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Ease these troubled times |
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Won't ever talk too much |
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She had those television eyes |
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My gaze never strayed too much |
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Too much past those eyes |
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She said, "I know a town where real life's a game |
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Baseball's all that's real |
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At night all the faces light up |
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As the players take the field" |
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First time |
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It's not the first time |
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Last time |
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No, I know I seen your place before |
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Maybe in a past time |
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Maybe it was just last night |
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Don't just know |
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Rebirtha strolling across the street |
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Juggling keys to a small red car |
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Butterflies and bums fly close |
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Like she's some Disney movie star |
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Sippin' hopes and lonlies |
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Since the big leagues left us dry |
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Birtha, Rebirtha, sweet-talk talk 'em |
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Soothe these troubled times |
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Birtha never ever talked too much |
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Had those television eyes |
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Said, "We act like what we watch |
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Like what we act out most the time" |
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"Gonna take you to a town |
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Where real life's a game |
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Baseball is really real |
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At night all the spirits lighten up |
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As the heroes take the hill" |
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First time |
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It's not the first time |
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No, I know I seen your place before |
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Maybe in a past time |
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Maybe it was just last night |
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I don't know |
