Modern Baseball – Its Cold Out Here (Ukulele)

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Don't call me now, I am in bed.

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I've sacrificed all chances for street-cred

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As a result of sticking near

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The same bed time for 13 years 

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But you know this I've said it before 

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There's lots of things I've said before 

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Lots of things you kind of ignored 

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Pacing down the hallway stairs 

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Mental notes of quick repairs 

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To gaps in my story for tomorrow morning 

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Of why I was up at this hour (you owe me) 

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When I have children of my own 

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And when they have children of their own 

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I?ll spit and spew of my dumbass high school endeavors 

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with prideful tone ( i wish they were so much better) 

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But when my freezing lower limbs 

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approach that sly grinning little shit

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I knew the truth in every vowel sound 

Am
that I had admitted just two nights before

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Goodbye was not an option, 

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It?s clear to you but to no one was it clearer than to me 

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Since day one I've been locked in, 

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I?m not fucking hanging up. 

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I told you I loved you just outside your mom?s place. 

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You laughed then you felt bad as we sat there red-faced. 

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I felt like a bitch so I told you to get out,

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But I guess Bren was right babe cause? who?s laughing now.