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Sandlot Gang

There’s a porch bell ringing in the air tonight
Singing game is over, it’s suppertime
You gotta come on home

We will pick up tomorrow where we left off
A bunch of kids from around the block
We were the best of friends
And the fun didn’t end

Take me back to major league dreams
Cops and robbers and torn up jeans
Where the days were long and the nights were fun
We were stuck in full speed always on the run
Take me back to the best of times
To that sandlot gang that’s on my mind
Take me back to when I use to be
A lot more like me
Written by Vferry (vpf)
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