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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

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Written by
casey-carter
Published
Feb 24, 2015
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Woods By Day Bars By Night © 2012, Casey Carter

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