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Yesterday somehow slipped by me
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It died like an old forgotten friend
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Didn't I just turn sixteen In May
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Now thirty-five's just around the bend
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I throw the dice in all of the alleys
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C'mon baby, let 'em roll
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And boys, If you weren't from Flatbush
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Jack, you didn't have any soul
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I used to be a Brooklyn Dodger
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But I ain't a hitter anymore
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You know I had a reputation
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I loved to hear the home crowd roar
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You know I never had a nickel
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Just my freedom, girl, and the time
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And now all I have Is a memory
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Of a strut dodger in ins prime
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Now Haley's comets are remembered
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as flash across the sky
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And if I had my leather jacket
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I swear I'd give it all another try
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I used lobe a Brooklyn Dodger
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But I ain't a hitter anymore
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You know I had a reputation
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I loved to hear the home crowd roar
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I used to be a Brooklyn Dodger
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But I don't play there anymore
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(I USED TD BE A) BROOKLYN DODGER
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| Dion Dimucci |
