baseball, but better
Singer:say anything
if you could spare one of your nine lives
we could ditch this coast
and i can't get enough of you
and every promise is true
my hand cold in your hand
i'd be happily slaughtered
and i can't get enough of you
and every promise is true
morning's come to claim me
and i can't get enough of you
and every promise is true
the most magnificent pastime