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Dugout
02:25
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In the dugout someone tells a joke
I don't get it but I laugh along
I should talk about the ocean more
I should tell them about my favorite song
My sister started school this year
My brother works down at the mall
We celebrated Christmas twice
It's not as cool as it sounds at all
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2. |
The Moon
03:20
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Spring already?
Happens every year
The days are long, the sun is bright
Spring already?
Happens every year
I watch the moths above the field
Lights come on
They think they've found the moon
They beat their bodies in the night
Die in the light
They die in the light
Die in the light
They die in the light
Fall already?
Happens every year
The nights are long, the nights are quiet
Fall already?
Happens every year
I watch the trees come apart
Die in the night
They die in the night
Nights get so long
The nights get so long
So long
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3. |
Outstanding in His Field
02:24
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It's early and our cleats make prints in the dew
The coaches voice sounds far away
Sucked up by the fog that hangs around our feet
My fingers are cold inside my glove
A crack from a bat sounds like a gunshot
Heard from a great distance
I watch the ball fall down
Someday I too will grow old
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4. |
The Coach
02:17
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There was nothing I could tell you
You stood alone on the mound and
Your father sat in the bleachers
Yelling something about failure
Your mother works the graveyard shift
At the hospital you were born in
Down the street from the diamond
Where you now stand alone on the mound
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5. |
Centerfield
01:50
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You are centerfield
Thinking do your parents like you
Or are they just kind because they have to
Someone somewhere far away
Is probably thinking
The same thing
Bugs overhead and the ones underfoot
Are the only ones watching
You play this game you
Don't really like or understand
You just want your father
To say that he likes you
But you know he does and your mother does too.
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6. |
I Will Soon Forget
04:07
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The big sky
The short grass
Dirt swept off of home plate
A bee stings
And then dies
I am quick to forgive
I put on
A brave face
Make my way off the field
Concerned eyes
And claps from
The parents in the stand
It sounds like big rain drops
Falling on a tin roof
The kind of rain that keeps you inside
The pavement smells that way
A hand that smells
Like cigarettes
On my shoulder
Makes me wince
This too will be
A memory
I will soon forget
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