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
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Rebirtha
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Widespread Panic |