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Pass Time Video (MV)




Performed By: Juco
Language: English
Length: 3:54
Written by: Park Butterworth




Juco - Pass Time Lyrics
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Jerseys hung in my room
It's a quarter past noon
Ball game on the radio
Momma's at the kitchen sink
Took off her wedding ring
Dad's on the Lucky's again
Here we go again
I'm my own best friend
Step up to the plate
And the crowd goes wild
I can hear 'em calling my name
From the 15th row of the nosebleeds
Choked up on second base
Still confused where this road leads
I can hear 'em calling me safe
From the pop fly ball of the home team
This is the American way
Pass time 'til we're dead to our own dreams
Bottles left on my floor
Rips in the screen door
Flowers on the windowsill
Waitin' on the morning train
Lowlight and pouring rain
Nothing but time to kill
And I remember when
When the call came in
He ain't coming home
And the crowd falls quiet
I can hear 'em calling my name
From the 15th row of the nosebleeds
Choked up on second base
Still confused where this road leads
I can hear 'em calling me safe
From the pop fly ball of the home team
This is the American way
Pass time 'til we're dead to our own dreams
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Jerseys hung in my room
It's a quarter past noon
Ball game on the radio
Momma's at the kitchen sink
Took off her wedding ring
Dad's on the Lucky's again
Here we go again
I'm my own best friend
Step up to the plate
And the crowd goes wild
I can hear 'em calling my name
From the 15th row of the nosebleeds
Choked up on second base
Still confused where this road leads
I can hear 'em calling me safe
From the pop fly ball of the home team
This is the American way
Pass time 'til we're dead to our own dreams
Bottles left on my floor
Rips in the screen door
Flowers on the windowsill
Waitin' on the morning train
Lowlight and pouring rain
Nothing but time to kill
And I remember when
When the call came in
He ain't coming home
And the crowd falls quiet
I can hear 'em calling my name
From the 15th row of the nosebleeds
Choked up on second base
Still confused where this road leads
I can hear 'em calling me safe
From the pop fly ball of the home team
This is the American way
Pass time 'til we're dead to our own dreams
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Writer: Park Butterworth
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