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Take me out to the ballgame Take me to be all I can You can't find such a jolly group Of secret malevolent madmen So it's bombs, guns, tanks For the home-team If there's no one left, what a shame Cause it's money, lives and victory In the Old Ballgame
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
The Old Ballgame
Take me out to the ballgame Take me to be all I can You can't find such a jolly group Of secret malevolent madmen So it's bombs, guns, tanks For the home-team If there's no one left, what a shame Cause it's money, lives and victory In the Old Ballgame
Woods By Day Bars By Night © 2012, Casey Carter
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
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