I used to sit with my dad in the garage
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That sawdust that pine sol and the moss
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Around every spring when the winter thaw
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We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob
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710 AM no KJR Dave Niehaus voice would echo throughout the yard
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Couldn't have been older than 10
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But to me and my friends
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The voice on the other end might as well have been God's
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1995 the division series
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Edgars up to bat
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Bottom of the 11th inning got the whole town listening,
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Swung on and belted the words that started, Joey Cora rounds third
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Here comes Griffey the throw to the plate's not in time
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My oh my the Mariners win it
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Yes, fire works they lit up ceiling in the king dome
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We had just made history.
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[Dave Niehaus announcing:]
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And swung, Lined down the left field line for a base hit!
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Here comes Joey! Here comes Junior to third base!
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They're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be'.
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Late! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!
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I don't believe it! It just continues! MY OH MY!
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Laces woven barley holdin' that stitch
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The creases are time amongst the grime and the grit
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Where the leather he used to pound his fists
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To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him
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Yep, tell me stories on the field with that sun stained brim
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Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit
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Sunflower seeds back when me and my crew sun burnt arms
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Big league chew, yeah we were like the sand lot after dinner
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After practice we listen to the M's in the kitchen
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And if mom wasn't trippin' come on dad please I swear just one more inning
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Voice went pump pump through the system break out the Rye bread it's grand salami time
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My oh My another victory yes, my city my city.
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Childhood my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights
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Under that light rain gleaming in that night came, can't stop now
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Keep moving no break pads came here to prove a point, live my life on the field
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Make history in between the base path
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And compete against the fear that is in me that's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that
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From the mud the cleats that we drug threw the feet this is that moment and you cannot take it back
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I don't really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old card board
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Memories embedded in the dust, in the fighters that age just like us livin' some where off in the drawer
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This is what you make of it yeah we play to win
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Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium fight until the day that God decided to wave us in,
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Right until he waves us in
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It's my city my city childhood my life that's right right under those lights
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My city my city childhood that's right Niehaus
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My oh My come on, my city my city childhood my life that's right under those lights
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It's my city my city childhood my life Niehaus My oh My Rest in peace.
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