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Here comes Junior to third base!\nThey're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be'.\nLate! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\nI don't believe it! It just continues! MY OH MY!\n\nLaces woven barley holdin' that stitch\nThe creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\nWhere the leather he used to pound his fists\nTo some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\nYep, tell me stories on the field with that sun stained brim\nBlood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\nSunflower seeds back when me and my crew sun burnt arms\nBig league chew, yeah we were like the sand lot after dinner\nAfter practice we listen to the M's in the kitchen\nAnd if mom wasn't trippin' come on dad please I swear just one more inning\nVoice went pump pump through the system break out the Rye bread it's grand salami time\nMy oh My another victory yes, my city my city.\nChildhood my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n\nUnder that light rain gleaming in that night came, can't stop now\nKeep moving no break pads came here to prove a point, live my life on the field\nMake history in between the base path\nAnd compete against the fear that is in me that's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that\nFrom the mud the cleats that we drug threw the feet this is that moment and you cannot take it back\nI don't really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old card board\nMemories embedded in the dust, in the fighters that age just like us livin' some where off in the drawer\nThis is what you make of it yeah we play to win\nLive it like we're under the lights of the stadium fight until the day that God decided to wave us in,\nRight until he waves us in\nIt's my city my city childhood my life that's right right under those lights\nMy city my city childhood that's right Niehaus\nMy oh My come on, my city my city childhood my life that's right under those lights\nIt's my city my city childhood my life Niehaus My oh My Rest in peace.","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.69] I used to sit with my dad in the garage\n[00:25.73] That sawdust that pine sol and the moss\n[00:28.47] Around every spring when the winter thaw\n[00:31.16] We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n[00:33.85] 710 AM no KJR Dave Niehaus voice would echo throughout the yard\n[00:39.23] Couldn't have been older than 10\n[00:40.75] But to me and my friends\n[00:41.84] The voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n[00:44.80] 1995 the division series\n[00:47.46] Edgars up to bat\n[00:48.87] Bottom of the 11th inning got the whole town listening,\n[00:51.31] Swung on and belted the words that started, Joey Cora rounds third\n[00:55.58] Here comes Griffey the throw to the plate's not in time\n[00:58.65] My oh my the Mariners win it\n[01:00.91] Yes, fire works they lit up ceiling in the king dome\n[01:03.63] We had just made history.\n[01:06.41] And swung, Lined down the left field line for a base hit!\n[01:09.67] Here comes Joey! Here comes Junior to third base!\n[01:12.90] They're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be'.\n[01:16.69] Late! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n[01:22.09] I don't believe it! It just continues! MY OH MY!\n[01:28.52] Laces woven barley holdin' that stitch\n[01:30.53] The creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\n[01:33.28] Where the leather he used to pound his fists\n[01:35.55] To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n[01:38.04] Yep, tell me stories on the field with that sun stained brim\n[01:41.30] Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\n[01:44.19] Sunflower seeds back when me and my crew sun burnt arms\n[01:46.62] Big league chew, yeah we were like the sand lot after dinner\n[01:49.58] After practice we listen to the M's in the kitchen\n[01:53.45] And if mom wasn't trippin' come on dad please I swear just one more inning\n[01:57.42] Voice went pump pump through the system break out the Rye bread it's grand salami time\n[02:02.81] My oh My another victory yes, my city my city.\n[02:06.72] Childhood my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n[02:55.49] Under that light rain gleaming in that night came, can't stop now\n[02:56.57] Keep moving no break pads came here to prove a point, live my life on the field\n[03:03.55] Make history in between the base path\n[03:06.44] And compete against the fear that is in me that's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that\n[03:11.51] From the mud the cleats that we drug threw the feet this is that moment and you cannot take it back\n[03:16.95] I don't really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old card board\n[03:22.20] Memories embedded in the dust, in the fighters that age just like us livin' some where off in the drawer\n[03:28.28] This is what you make of it yeah we play to win\n[03:31.06] Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium fight until the day that God decided to wave us in,\n[03:36.58] Right until he waves us in\n[03:38.64] It's my city my city childhood my life that's right right under those lights\n[03:43.98] My city my city childhood that's right Niehaus\n[03:47.92] My oh My come on, my city my city childhood my life that's right under those lights\n[03:54.55] It's my city my city childhood my life Niehaus My oh My Rest in peace.\n[04:00.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: My Oh My\n artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis\n album: My Oh My\n duration_ms: 257000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I used to sit with my dad in the garage\n start_ms: 22690\n end_ms: 25730\n- text: That sawdust that pine sol and the moss\n start_ms: 25730\n end_ms: 28470\n- text: Around every spring when the winter thaw\n start_ms: 28470\n end_ms: 31160\n- text: We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n start_ms: 31160\n end_ms: 33850\n- text: 710 AM no KJR Dave Niehaus voice would echo throughout the yard\n start_ms: 33850\n end_ms: 39230\n- text: Couldn't have been older than 10\n start_ms: 39230\n end_ms: 40750\n- text: But to me and my friends\n start_ms: 40750\n end_ms: 41840\n- text: The voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n start_ms: 41840\n end_ms: 44800\n- text: 1995 the division series\n start_ms: 44800\n end_ms: 47460\n- text: Edgars up to bat\n start_ms: 47460\n end_ms: 48870\n- text: Bottom of the 11th inning got the whole town listening,\n start_ms: 48870\n end_ms: 51310\n- text: Swung on and belted the words that started, Joey Cora rounds third\n start_ms: 51310\n end_ms: 55580\n- text: Here comes Griffey the throw to the plate's not in time\n start_ms: 55580\n end_ms: 58650\n- text: My oh my the Mariners win it\n start_ms: 58650\n end_ms: 60910\n- text: Yes, fire works they lit up ceiling in the king dome\n start_ms: 60910\n end_ms: 63630\n- text: We had just made history.\n start_ms: 63630\n end_ms: 66410\n- text: And swung, Lined down the left field line for a base hit!\n start_ms: 66410\n end_ms: 69670\n- text: Here comes Joey! 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Here comes Junior to third base!\n They're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be'.\n Late! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n I don't believe it! It just continues! MY OH MY!\n\n Laces woven barley holdin' that stitch\n The creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\n Where the leather he used to pound his fists\n To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n Yep, tell me stories on the field with that sun stained brim\n Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\n Sunflower seeds back when me and my crew sun burnt arms\n Big league chew, yeah we were like the sand lot after dinner\n After practice we listen to the M's in the kitchen\n And if mom wasn't trippin' come on dad please I swear just one more inning\n Voice went pump pump through the system break out the Rye bread it's grand salami time\n My oh My another victory yes, my city my city.\n Childhood my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n\n Under that light rain gleaming in that night came, can't stop now\n Keep moving no break pads came here to prove a point, live my life on the field\n Make history in between the base path\n And compete against the fear that is in me that's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that\n From the mud the cleats that we drug threw the feet this is that moment and you cannot take it back\n I don't really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old card board\n Memories embedded in the dust, in the fighters that age just like us livin' some where off in the drawer\n This is what you make of it yeah we play to win\n Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium fight until the day that God decided to wave us in,\n Right until he waves us in\n It's my city my city childhood my life that's right right under those lights\n My city my city childhood that's right Niehaus\n My oh My come on, my city my city childhood my life that's right under those lights\n It's my city my city childhood my life Niehaus My oh My Rest in peace.\n"},{"id":14318804,"name":"My Oh My","trackName":"My Oh My","artistName":"Macklemore & Ryan Lewis","albumName":"Macklemore and Ryan Lewis - The Heist (Deluxe Edition)","duration":257.123265,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I used to sit with my dad in the garage\nThat sawdust, that Pinesol and the moss\nAround every spring when the winter thawed\nWe'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n710 AM, no KJR, Dave Niehaus' voice would echo throughout the yard\nCouldn't have been older than ten\nBut to me and my friends\nThe voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n1995, the Division Series\nEdgar's up to bat\nBottom of the 11th inning\nGot the whole town listening\n\"Swung on and belted\", the words distorted\n\"Joey Cora rounds third\nHere comes Griffey\nThe throw to the plate's not in time\nMy, oh my, the Mariners win it\"\nYes! Fireworks, they lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome\nWe had just made history\n\n\"Swung on and lined down the left field line for a base hit!\nHere comes Joey! Here is Junior to third base!\nThey're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be late!\nThe Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\nI don't believe it! It just continues! My oh my!\"\n\nLaces woven, barley holdin' that stitch\nCreases are time amongst the grime and the grit\nWhere the leather he used to pound his fists\nTo some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\nYep, tell me stories on the field, with that sun stained brim\nBlood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\nSunflower seeds back with me and my crew\nSun burnt arms\nBig league chew\nYeah, we were like, \"The Sandlot\" after dinner\nAfter practice we'd listen\nTo the M's in the kitchen\nAnd if mom wasn't trippin'\n\"Come on dad! Please, I swear, just one more inning\"\nVoice went \"Pump, pump!\" through the system\n\"Break out the rye bread, it's grand salami time!\"\n\"My, oh my! Another victory!\"\nYes! My city, my city\nChildhood, my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n\nUnder that light rain, gleaming in that night game, can't stop now\nKeep moving, no break pads\nCame here to prove a point, live my life on the field\nMake history in between the base paths\nAnd compete against the fear that is in me\nThat's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that from the mud\nThe cleats that we drug through the feet\nThis is that moment, and you cannot take it back, and\nI don't really collect cards anymore\nJust a box and some old cardboard\nMemories embedded in the dust\nIn the fighters that age just like us\nLivin' some where off in the drawer\nThis is what you make of it, yeah, we play to win\nLive it like we're under the lights of the stadium\nFight until the day that God decides to wave us in\nRight until he waves us in\n\nIt's my city, my city\nChildhood, my life\nThat's right under those lights\nMy city, my city, childhood\nThat's right, Niehaus\nMy, oh my, come on\n\nMy city, my city\nChildhood, my life\nThat's right under those lights\nIt's my city, my city\nChildhood, my life\nNiehaus, my, oh my\nRest in peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.87] I used to sit with my dad in the garage\n[00:25.48] That sawdust, that Pinesol and the moss\n[00:27.90] Around every spring when the winter thawed\n[00:30.34] We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n[00:33.60] 710 AM, no KJR, Dave Niehaus' voice would echo throughout the yard\n[00:38.47] Couldn't have been older than ten\n[00:39.87] But to me and my friends\n[00:41.07] The voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n[00:45.27] 1995, the Division Series\n[00:46.93] Edgar's up to bat\n[00:47.90] Bottom of the 11th inning\n[00:49.23] Got the whole town listening\n[00:50.80] \"Swung on and belted\", the words distorted\n[00:53.32] \"Joey Cora rounds third\n[00:54.93] Here comes Griffey\n[00:56.14] The throw to the plate's not in time\n[00:57.94] My, oh my, the Mariners win it\"\n[01:00.21] Yes! Fireworks, they lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome\n[01:03.96] We had just made history\n[01:05.68] \"Swung on and lined down the left field line for a base hit!\n[01:08.76] Here comes Joey! Here is Junior to third base!\n[01:11.90] They're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be late!\n[01:15.97] The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n[01:21.95] I don't believe it! It just continues! My oh my!\"\n[01:27.68] Laces woven, barley holdin' that stitch\n[01:30.14] Creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\n[01:32.32] Where the leather he used to pound his fists\n[01:34.52] To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n[01:37.48] Yep, tell me stories on the field, with that sun stained brim\n[01:40.87] Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\n[01:43.44] Sunflower seeds back with me and my crew\n[01:45.66] Sun burnt arms\n[01:46.85] Big league chew\n[01:47.84] Yeah, we were like, \"The Sandlot\" after dinner\n[01:50.00] After practice we'd listen\n[01:51.36] To the M's in the kitchen\n[01:52.71] And if mom wasn't trippin'\n[01:53.87] \"Come on dad! Please, I swear, just one more inning\"\n[01:56.73] Voice went \"Pump, pump!\" through the system\n[01:59.08] \"Break out the rye bread, it's grand salami time!\"\n[02:02.01] \"My, oh my! Another victory!\"\n[02:03.94] Yes! My city, my city\n[02:05.92] Childhood, my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n[02:11.58] \n[02:54.51] Under that light rain, gleaming in that night game, can't stop now\n[02:57.96] Keep moving, no break pads\n[03:00.06] Came here to prove a point, live my life on the field\n[03:02.65] Make history in between the base paths\n[03:05.41] And compete against the fear that is in me\n[03:07.37] That's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that from the mud\n[03:11.62] The cleats that we drug through the feet\n[03:13.29] This is that moment, and you cannot take it back, and\n[03:16.83] I don't really collect cards anymore\n[03:18.72] Just a box and some old cardboard\n[03:21.27] Memories embedded in the dust\n[03:22.89] In the fighters that age just like us\n[03:25.20] Livin' some where off in the drawer\n[03:27.61] This is what you make of it, yeah, we play to win\n[03:29.92] Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium\n[03:32.62] Fight until the day that God decides to wave us in\n[03:35.70] Right until he waves us in\n[03:37.69] It's my city, my city\n[03:38.96] Childhood, my life\n[03:40.46] That's right under those lights\n[03:43.04] My city, my city, childhood\n[03:45.11] That's right, Niehaus\n[03:46.87] My, oh my, come on\n[03:48.41] My city, my city\n[03:49.62] Childhood, my life\n[03:51.14] That's right under those lights\n[03:53.74] It's my city, my city\n[03:55.01] Childhood, my life\n[03:57.55] Niehaus, my, oh my\n[03:59.08] Rest in peace\n[03:59.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: My Oh My\n artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis\n album: Macklemore and Ryan Lewis - The Heist (Deluxe Edition)\n duration_ms: 257123\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I used to sit with my dad in the garage\n start_ms: 22870\n end_ms: 25480\n- text: That sawdust, that Pinesol and the moss\n start_ms: 25480\n end_ms: 27900\n- text: Around every spring when the winter thawed\n start_ms: 27900\n end_ms: 30340\n- text: We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n start_ms: 30340\n end_ms: 33600\n- text: 710 AM, no KJR, Dave Niehaus' voice would echo throughout the yard\n start_ms: 33600\n end_ms: 38470\n- text: Couldn't have been older than ten\n start_ms: 38470\n end_ms: 39870\n- text: But to me and my friends\n start_ms: 39870\n end_ms: 41070\n- text: The voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n start_ms: 41070\n end_ms: 45270\n- text: 1995, the Division Series\n start_ms: 45270\n end_ms: 46930\n- text: Edgar's up to bat\n start_ms: 46930\n end_ms: 47900\n- text: Bottom of the 11th inning\n start_ms: 47900\n end_ms: 49230\n- text: Got the whole town listening\n start_ms: 49230\n end_ms: 50800\n- text: '\"Swung on and belted\", the words distorted'\n start_ms: 50800\n end_ms: 53320\n- text: '\"Joey Cora rounds third'\n start_ms: 53320\n end_ms: 54930\n- text: Here comes Griffey\n start_ms: 54930\n end_ms: 56140\n- text: The throw to the plate's not in time\n start_ms: 56140\n end_ms: 57940\n- text: My, oh my, the Mariners win it\"\n start_ms: 57940\n end_ms: 60210\n- text: Yes! 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Fireworks, they lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome\n We had just made history\n\n \"Swung on and lined down the left field line for a base hit!\n Here comes Joey! Here is Junior to third base!\n They're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be late!\n The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n I don't believe it! It just continues! My oh my!\"\n\n Laces woven, barley holdin' that stitch\n Creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\n Where the leather he used to pound his fists\n To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n Yep, tell me stories on the field, with that sun stained brim\n Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\n Sunflower seeds back with me and my crew\n Sun burnt arms\n Big league chew\n Yeah, we were like, \"The Sandlot\" after dinner\n After practice we'd listen\n To the M's in the kitchen\n And if mom wasn't trippin'\n \"Come on dad! 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My city, my city\n Childhood, my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n\n Under that light rain, gleaming in that night game, can't stop now\n Keep moving, no break pads\n Came here to prove a point, live my life on the field\n Make history in between the base paths\n And compete against the fear that is in me\n That's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that from the mud\n The cleats that we drug through the feet\n This is that moment, and you cannot take it back, and\n I don't really collect cards anymore\n Just a box and some old cardboard\n Memories embedded in the dust\n In the fighters that age just like us\n Livin' some where off in the drawer\n This is what you make of it, yeah, we play to win\n Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium\n Fight until the day that God decides to wave us in\n Right until he waves us in\n\n It's my city, my city\n Childhood, my life\n That's right under those lights\n My city, my city, childhood\n That's right, Niehaus\n My, oh my, come on\n\n My city, my city\n Childhood, my life\n That's right under those lights\n It's my city, my city\n Childhood, my life\n Niehaus, my, oh my\n Rest in peace\n"},{"id":31327603,"name":"Macklemore and Ryan Lewis - My Oh My","trackName":"Macklemore and Ryan Lewis - My Oh My","artistName":"Macklemore and Ryan Lewis","albumName":"KEXP Song of the Day","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I used to sit with my dad in the garage\nThat sawdust, that Pinesol and the moss\nAround every spring when the winter thawed\nWe'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n710 AM, no KJR, Dave Niehaus' voice would echo throughout the yard\nCouldn't have been older than ten\nBut to me and my friends\nThe voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n1995, the Division Series\nEdgar's up to bat\nBottom of the 11th inning\nGot the whole town listening\n\"Swung on and belted\", the words distorted\n\"Joey Cora rounds third\nHere comes Griffey\nThe throw to the plate's not in time\nMy, oh my, the Mariners win it\"\nYes! Fireworks, they lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome\nWe had just made history\n\n\"Swung on and lined down the left field line for a base hit!\nHere comes Joey! Here is Junior to third base!\nThey're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be late!\nThe Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\nI don't believe it! It just continues! My oh my!\"\n\nLaces woven, barley holdin' that stitch\nCreases are time amongst the grime and the grit\nWhere the leather he used to pound his fists\nTo some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\nYep, tell me stories on the field, with that sun stained brim\nBlood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\nSunflower seeds back with me and my crew\nSun burnt arms\nBig league chew\nYeah, we were like, \"The Sandlot\" after dinner\nAfter practice we'd listen\nTo the M's in the kitchen\nAnd if mom wasn't trippin'\n\"Come on dad! 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Fireworks, they lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome\n We had just made history\n\n \"Swung on and lined down the left field line for a base hit!\n Here comes Joey! Here is Junior to third base!\n They're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be late!\n The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n I don't believe it! It just continues! My oh my!\"\n\n Laces woven, barley holdin' that stitch\n Creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\n Where the leather he used to pound his fists\n To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n Yep, tell me stories on the field, with that sun stained brim\n Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\n Sunflower seeds back with me and my crew\n Sun burnt arms\n Big league chew\n Yeah, we were like, \"The Sandlot\" after dinner\n After practice we'd listen\n To the M's in the kitchen\n And if mom wasn't trippin'\n \"Come on dad! Please, I swear, just one more inning\"\n Voice went \"Pump, pump!\" through the system\n \"Break out the rye bread, it's grand salami time!\"\n \"My, oh my! Another victory!\"\n Yes! My city, my city\n Childhood, my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n\n Under that light rain, gleaming in that night game, can't stop now\n Keep moving, no break pads\n Came here to prove a point, live my life on the field\n Make history in between the base paths\n And compete against the fear that is in me\n That's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that from the mud\n The cleats that we drug through the feet\n This is that moment, and you cannot take it back, and\n I don't really collect cards anymore\n Just a box and some old cardboard\n Memories embedded in the dust\n In the fighters that age just like us\n Livin' some where off in the drawer\n This is what you make of it, yeah, we play to win\n Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium\n Fight until the day that God decides to wave us in\n Right until he waves us in\n\n It's my city, my city\n Childhood, my life\n That's right under those lights\n My city, my city, childhood\n That's right, Niehaus\n My, oh my, come on\n\n My city, my city\n Childhood, my life\n That's right under those lights\n It's my city, my city\n Childhood, my life\n Niehaus, my, oh my\n Rest in peace\n"},{"id":30991142,"name":"My Oh My","trackName":"My Oh My","artistName":"Macklemore & Ryan Lewis, Macklemore, Ryan Lewis","albumName":"The Heist","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I used to sit with my dad in the garage\nThat sawdust, that Pinesol and the moss\nAround every spring when the winter thawed\nWe'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n710 AM, no KJR, Dave Niehaus' voice would echo throughout the yard\nCouldn't have been older than ten\nBut to me and my friends\nThe voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n1995, the Division Series\nEdgar's up to bat\nBottom of the 11th inning\nGot the whole town listening\n\"Swung on and belted\", the words distorted\n\"Joey Cora rounds third\nHere comes Griffey\nThe throw to the plate's not in time\nMy, oh my, the Mariners win it\"\nYes! Fireworks, they lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome\nWe had just made history\n\n\"Swung on and lined down the left field line for a base hit!\nHere comes Joey! Here is Junior to third base!\nThey're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be late!\nThe Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\nI don't believe it! It just continues! My oh my!\"\n\nLaces woven, barley holdin' that stitch\nCreases are time amongst the grime and the grit\nWhere the leather he used to pound his fists\nTo some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\nYep, tell me stories on the field, with that sun stained brim\nBlood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\nSunflower seeds back with me and my crew\nSun burnt arms\nBig league chew\nYeah, we were like, \"The Sandlot\" after dinner\nAfter practice we'd listen\nTo the M's in the kitchen\nAnd if mom wasn't trippin'\n\"Come on dad! Please, I swear, just one more inning\"\nVoice went \"Pump, pump!\" through the system\n\"Break out the rye bread, it's grand salami time!\"\n\"My, oh my! Another victory!\"\nYes! My city, my city\nChildhood, my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n\nUnder that light rain, gleaming in that night game, can't stop now\nKeep moving, no break pads\nCame here to prove a point, live my life on the field\nMake history in between the base paths\nAnd compete against the fear that is in me\nThat's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that from the mud\nThe cleats that we drug through the feet\nThis is that moment, and you cannot take it back, and\nI don't really collect cards anymore\nJust a box and some old cardboard\nMemories embedded in the dust\nIn the fighters that age just like us\nLivin' some where off in the drawer\nThis is what you make of it, yeah, we play to win\nLive it like we're under the lights of the stadium\nFight until the day that God decides to wave us in\nRight until he waves us in\n\nIt's my city, my city\nChildhood, my life\nThat's right under those lights\nMy city, my city, childhood\nThat's right, Niehaus\nMy, oh my, come on\n\nMy city, my city\nChildhood, my life\nThat's right under those lights\nIt's my city, my city\nChildhood, my life\nNiehaus, my, oh my\nRest in peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.87] I used to sit with my dad in the garage\n[00:25.48] That sawdust, that Pinesol and the moss\n[00:27.90] Around every spring when the winter thawed\n[00:30.34] We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n[00:33.60] 710 AM, no KJR, Dave Niehaus' voice would echo throughout the yard\n[00:38.47] Couldn't have been older than ten\n[00:39.87] But to me and my friends\n[00:41.07] The voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n[00:45.27] 1995, the Division Series\n[00:46.93] Edgar's up to bat\n[00:47.90] Bottom of the 11th inning\n[00:49.23] Got the whole town listening\n[00:50.80] \"Swung on and belted\", the words distorted\n[00:53.32] \"Joey Cora rounds third\n[00:54.93] Here comes Griffey\n[00:56.14] The throw to the plate's not in time\n[00:57.94] My, oh my, the Mariners win it\"\n[01:00.21] Yes! Fireworks, they lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome\n[01:03.96] We had just made history\n[01:05.68] \"Swung on and lined down the left field line for a base hit!\n[01:08.76] Here comes Joey! Here is Junior to third base!\n[01:11.90] They're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be late!\n[01:15.97] The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n[01:21.95] I don't believe it! It just continues! My oh my!\"\n[01:27.68] Laces woven, barley holdin' that stitch\n[01:30.14] Creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\n[01:32.32] Where the leather he used to pound his fists\n[01:34.52] To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n[01:37.48] Yep, tell me stories on the field, with that sun stained brim\n[01:40.87] Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\n[01:43.44] Sunflower seeds back with me and my crew\n[01:45.66] Sun burnt arms\n[01:46.85] Big league chew\n[01:47.84] Yeah, we were like, \"The Sandlot\" after dinner\n[01:50.00] After practice we'd listen\n[01:51.36] To the M's in the kitchen\n[01:52.71] And if mom wasn't trippin'\n[01:53.87] \"Come on dad! Please, I swear, just one more inning\"\n[01:56.73] Voice went \"Pump, pump!\" through the system\n[01:59.08] \"Break out the rye bread, it's grand salami time!\"\n[02:02.01] \"My, oh my! Another victory!\"\n[02:03.94] Yes! My city, my city\n[02:05.92] Childhood, my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n[02:11.58] \n[02:54.51] Under that light rain, gleaming in that night game, can't stop now\n[02:57.96] Keep moving, no break pads\n[03:00.06] Came here to prove a point, live my life on the field\n[03:02.65] Make history in between the base paths\n[03:05.41] And compete against the fear that is in me\n[03:07.37] That's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that from the mud\n[03:11.62] The cleats that we drug through the feet\n[03:13.29] This is that moment, and you cannot take it back, and\n[03:16.83] I don't really collect cards anymore\n[03:18.72] Just a box and some old cardboard\n[03:21.27] Memories embedded in the dust\n[03:22.89] In the fighters that age just like us\n[03:25.20] Livin' some where off in the drawer\n[03:27.61] This is what you make of it, yeah, we play to win\n[03:29.92] Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium\n[03:32.62] Fight until the day that God decides to wave us in\n[03:35.70] Right until he waves us in\n[03:37.69] It's my city, my city\n[03:38.96] Childhood, my life\n[03:40.46] That's right under those lights\n[03:43.04] My city, my city, childhood\n[03:45.11] That's right, Niehaus\n[03:46.87] My, oh my, come on\n[03:48.41] My city, my city\n[03:49.62] Childhood, my life\n[03:51.14] That's right under those lights\n[03:53.74] It's my city, my city\n[03:55.01] Childhood, my life\n[03:57.55] Niehaus, my, oh my\n[03:59.08] Rest in peace\n[03:59.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: My Oh My\n artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis, Macklemore, Ryan Lewis\n album: The Heist\n duration_ms: 257000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I used to sit with my dad in the garage\n start_ms: 22870\n end_ms: 25480\n- text: That sawdust, that Pinesol and the moss\n start_ms: 25480\n end_ms: 27900\n- text: Around every spring when the winter thawed\n start_ms: 27900\n end_ms: 30340\n- text: We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n start_ms: 30340\n end_ms: 33600\n- text: 710 AM, no KJR, Dave Niehaus' voice would echo throughout the yard\n start_ms: 33600\n end_ms: 38470\n- text: Couldn't have been older than ten\n start_ms: 38470\n end_ms: 39870\n- text: But to me and my friends\n start_ms: 39870\n end_ms: 41070\n- text: The voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n start_ms: 41070\n end_ms: 45270\n- text: 1995, the Division Series\n start_ms: 45270\n end_ms: 46930\n- text: Edgar's up to bat\n start_ms: 46930\n end_ms: 47900\n- text: Bottom of the 11th inning\n start_ms: 47900\n end_ms: 49230\n- text: Got the whole town listening\n start_ms: 49230\n end_ms: 50800\n- text: '\"Swung on and belted\", the words distorted'\n start_ms: 50800\n end_ms: 53320\n- text: '\"Joey Cora rounds third'\n start_ms: 53320\n end_ms: 54930\n- text: Here comes Griffey\n start_ms: 54930\n end_ms: 56140\n- text: The throw to the plate's not in time\n start_ms: 56140\n end_ms: 57940\n- text: My, oh my, the Mariners win it\"\n start_ms: 57940\n end_ms: 60210\n- text: Yes! 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Fireworks, they lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome\n We had just made history\n\n \"Swung on and lined down the left field line for a base hit!\n Here comes Joey! Here is Junior to third base!\n They're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be late!\n The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n I don't believe it! It just continues! My oh my!\"\n\n Laces woven, barley holdin' that stitch\n Creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\n Where the leather he used to pound his fists\n To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n Yep, tell me stories on the field, with that sun stained brim\n Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\n Sunflower seeds back with me and my crew\n Sun burnt arms\n Big league chew\n Yeah, we were like, \"The Sandlot\" after dinner\n After practice we'd listen\n To the M's in the kitchen\n And if mom wasn't trippin'\n \"Come on dad! Please, I swear, just one more inning\"\n Voice went \"Pump, pump!\" through the system\n \"Break out the rye bread, it's grand salami time!\"\n \"My, oh my! Another victory!\"\n Yes! My city, my city\n Childhood, my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n\n Under that light rain, gleaming in that night game, can't stop now\n Keep moving, no break pads\n Came here to prove a point, live my life on the field\n Make history in between the base paths\n And compete against the fear that is in me\n That's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that from the mud\n The cleats that we drug through the feet\n This is that moment, and you cannot take it back, and\n I don't really collect cards anymore\n Just a box and some old cardboard\n Memories embedded in the dust\n In the fighters that age just like us\n Livin' some where off in the drawer\n This is what you make of it, yeah, we play to win\n Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium\n Fight until the day that God decides to wave us in\n Right until he waves us in\n\n It's my city, my city\n Childhood, my life\n That's right under those lights\n My city, my city, childhood\n That's right, Niehaus\n My, oh my, come on\n\n My city, my city\n Childhood, my life\n That's right under those lights\n It's my city, my city\n Childhood, my life\n Niehaus, my, oh my\n Rest in peace\n"},{"id":13375459,"name":"My Oh My","trackName":"My Oh My","artistName":"Macklemore & Ryan Lewis, Macklemore & Ryan Lewis","albumName":"The Heist (Deluxe Edition)","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I used to sit with my dad in the garage\nThat sawdust, that Pinesol and the moss\nAround every spring when the winter thawed\nWe'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n710 AM, no KJR, Dave Niehaus' voice would echo throughout the yard\nCouldn't have been older than ten\nBut to me and my friends\nThe voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n1995, the Division Series\nEdgar's up to bat\nBottom of the 11th inning\nGot the whole town listening\n\"Swung on and belted\", the words distorted\n\"Joey Cora rounds third\nHere comes Griffey\nThe throw to the plate's not in time\nMy, oh my, the Mariners win it\"\nYes! Fireworks, they lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome\nWe had just made history\n\n\"Swung on and lined down the left field line for a base hit!\nHere comes Joey! Here is Junior to third base!\nThey're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be late!\nThe Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\nI don't believe it! It just continues! My oh my!\"\n\nLaces woven, barley holdin' that stitch\nCreases are time amongst the grime and the grit\nWhere the leather he used to pound his fists\nTo some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\nYep, tell me stories on the field, with that sun stained brim\nBlood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\nSunflower seeds back with me and my crew\nSun burnt arms\nBig league chew\nYeah, we were like, \"The Sandlot\" after dinner\nAfter practice we'd listen\nTo the M's in the kitchen\nAnd if mom wasn't trippin'\n\"Come on dad! Please, I swear, just one more inning\"\nVoice went \"Pump, pump!\" through the system\n\"Break out the rye bread, it's grand salami time!\"\n\"My, oh my! Another victory!\"\nYes! My city, my city\nChildhood, my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n\nUnder that light rain, gleaming in that night game, can't stop now\nKeep moving, no break pads\nCame here to prove a point, live my life on the field\nMake history in between the base paths\nAnd compete against the fear that is in me\nThat's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that from the mud\nThe cleats that we drug through the feet\nThis is that moment, and you cannot take it back, and\nI don't really collect cards anymore\nJust a box and some old cardboard\nMemories embedded in the dust\nIn the fighters that age just like us\nLivin' some where off in the drawer\nThis is what you make of it, yeah, we play to win\nLive it like we're under the lights of the stadium\nFight until the day that God decides to wave us in\nRight until he waves us in\n\nIt's my city, my city\nChildhood, my life\nThat's right under those lights\nMy city, my city, childhood\nThat's right, Niehaus\nMy, oh my, come on\n\nMy city, my city\nChildhood, my life\nThat's right under those lights\nIt's my city, my city\nChildhood, my life\nNiehaus, my, oh my\nRest in peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.87] I used to sit with my dad in the garage\n[00:25.48] That sawdust, that Pinesol and the moss\n[00:27.90] Around every spring when the winter thawed\n[00:30.34] We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n[00:33.60] 710 AM, no KJR, Dave Niehaus' voice would echo throughout the yard\n[00:38.47] Couldn't have been older than ten\n[00:39.87] But to me and my friends\n[00:41.07] The voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n[00:45.27] 1995, the Division Series\n[00:46.93] Edgar's up to bat\n[00:47.90] Bottom of the 11th inning\n[00:49.23] Got the whole town listening\n[00:50.80] \"Swung on and belted\", the words distorted\n[00:53.32] \"Joey Cora rounds third\n[00:54.93] Here comes Griffey\n[00:56.14] The throw to the plate's not in time\n[00:57.94] My, oh my, the Mariners win it\"\n[01:00.21] Yes! Fireworks, they lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome\n[01:03.96] We had just made history\n[01:05.68] \"Swung on and lined down the left field line for a base hit!\n[01:08.76] Here comes Joey! Here is Junior to third base!\n[01:11.90] They're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be late!\n[01:15.97] The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n[01:21.95] I don't believe it! It just continues! My oh my!\"\n[01:27.68] Laces woven, barley holdin' that stitch\n[01:30.14] Creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\n[01:32.32] Where the leather he used to pound his fists\n[01:34.52] To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n[01:37.48] Yep, tell me stories on the field, with that sun stained brim\n[01:40.87] Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\n[01:43.44] Sunflower seeds back with me and my crew\n[01:45.66] Sun burnt arms\n[01:46.85] Big league chew\n[01:47.84] Yeah, we were like, \"The Sandlot\" after dinner\n[01:50.00] After practice we'd listen\n[01:51.36] To the M's in the kitchen\n[01:52.71] And if mom wasn't trippin'\n[01:53.87] \"Come on dad! Please, I swear, just one more inning\"\n[01:56.73] Voice went \"Pump, pump!\" through the system\n[01:59.08] \"Break out the rye bread, it's grand salami time!\"\n[02:02.01] \"My, oh my! Another victory!\"\n[02:03.94] Yes! My city, my city\n[02:05.92] Childhood, my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n[02:11.58] \n[02:54.51] Under that light rain, gleaming in that night game, can't stop now\n[02:57.96] Keep moving, no break pads\n[03:00.06] Came here to prove a point, live my life on the field\n[03:02.65] Make history in between the base paths\n[03:05.41] And compete against the fear that is in me\n[03:07.37] That's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that from the mud\n[03:11.62] The cleats that we drug through the feet\n[03:13.29] This is that moment, and you cannot take it back, and\n[03:16.83] I don't really collect cards anymore\n[03:18.72] Just a box and some old cardboard\n[03:21.27] Memories embedded in the dust\n[03:22.89] In the fighters that age just like us\n[03:25.20] Livin' some where off in the drawer\n[03:27.61] This is what you make of it, yeah, we play to win\n[03:29.92] Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium\n[03:32.62] Fight until the day that God decides to wave us in\n[03:35.70] Right until he waves us in\n[03:37.69] It's my city, my city\n[03:38.96] Childhood, my life\n[03:40.46] That's right under those lights\n[03:43.04] My city, my city, childhood\n[03:45.11] That's right, Niehaus\n[03:46.87] My, oh my, come on\n[03:48.41] My city, my city\n[03:49.62] Childhood, my life\n[03:51.14] That's right under those lights\n[03:53.74] It's my city, my city\n[03:55.01] Childhood, my life\n[03:57.55] Niehaus, my, oh my\n[03:59.08] Rest in peace\n[03:59.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: My Oh My\n artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis, Macklemore & Ryan Lewis\n album: The Heist (Deluxe Edition)\n duration_ms: 257000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I used to sit with my dad in the garage\n start_ms: 22870\n end_ms: 25480\n- text: That sawdust, that Pinesol and the moss\n start_ms: 25480\n end_ms: 27900\n- text: Around every spring when the winter thawed\n start_ms: 27900\n end_ms: 30340\n- text: We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n start_ms: 30340\n end_ms: 33600\n- text: 710 AM, no KJR, Dave Niehaus' voice would echo throughout the yard\n start_ms: 33600\n end_ms: 38470\n- text: Couldn't have been older than ten\n start_ms: 38470\n end_ms: 39870\n- text: But to me and my friends\n start_ms: 39870\n end_ms: 41070\n- text: The voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n start_ms: 41070\n end_ms: 45270\n- text: 1995, the Division Series\n start_ms: 45270\n end_ms: 46930\n- text: Edgar's up to bat\n start_ms: 46930\n end_ms: 47900\n- text: Bottom of the 11th inning\n start_ms: 47900\n end_ms: 49230\n- text: Got the whole town listening\n start_ms: 49230\n end_ms: 50800\n- text: '\"Swung on and belted\", the words distorted'\n start_ms: 50800\n end_ms: 53320\n- text: '\"Joey Cora rounds third'\n start_ms: 53320\n end_ms: 54930\n- text: Here comes Griffey\n start_ms: 54930\n end_ms: 56140\n- text: The throw to the plate's not in time\n start_ms: 56140\n end_ms: 57940\n- text: My, oh my, the Mariners win it\"\n start_ms: 57940\n end_ms: 60210\n- text: Yes! 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Fireworks, they lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome\n We had just made history\n\n \"Swung on and lined down the left field line for a base hit!\n Here comes Joey! Here is Junior to third base!\n They're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be late!\n The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n I don't believe it! It just continues! My oh my!\"\n\n Laces woven, barley holdin' that stitch\n Creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\n Where the leather he used to pound his fists\n To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n Yep, tell me stories on the field, with that sun stained brim\n Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\n Sunflower seeds back with me and my crew\n Sun burnt arms\n Big league chew\n Yeah, we were like, \"The Sandlot\" after dinner\n After practice we'd listen\n To the M's in the kitchen\n And if mom wasn't trippin'\n \"Come on dad! 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Here comes Junior to third base!\nThey're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be late!\nThe Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\nI don't believe it! It just continues! My oh my!\n\nLaces woven barley holdin' that stitch\nThe creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\nWhere the leather he used to pound his fists\nTo some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n\nYep, tell me stories on the field with that sun stained brim\nBlood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\nSunflower seeds back when me and my crew sun burnt arms\nBig league chew, yeah\n\nWe were like the sand lot after dinner\nAfter practice, we listen to the M's in the kitchen\nAnd if mom wasn't trippin'\nCome on dad, please, I swear just one more inning\nVoice went pump, pump through the system\nBreak out the Rye bread, it's grand salami time\nMy oh my, another victory yes, my city, my city\nChildhood my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n\nUnder that light rain gleaming in that night came, can't stop now\nKeep moving, no break pads\nCame here to prove a point, live my life on the field\nMake history in between the base path\nAnd compete against the fear that is in me\nThat's my only barrier and I swear that I'ma break that\nFrom the mud the cleats that we drug through the feet\nThis is that moment, and you cannot take it back, eh\n\nI don't really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old cardboard\nMemories embedded in the dust, in the fighters that age just like us\nLivin' somewhere off in the drawer\nThis is what you make of it, yeah, we play to win\nLive it like we're under the lights of the stadium\nFight until the day that God decided to wave us in\nRight, until he waves us in\n\nIt's my city, my city childhood my life that's right, right, under those lights\nMy city, my city childhood that's right, Niehaus, my oh my, come on\nMy city, my city childhood my life that's right under those lights\nIt's my city, my city childhood my life, Niehaus, my oh my\nRest in peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.85] I used to sit with my dad in the garage\n[00:25.14] That sawdust that pine sol and the moss\n[00:27.94] Around every spring, when the winter thaw\n[00:30.24] We'd huddle around the radio, twist the broken knob\n[00:33.04] 7:10 a.m., no KJR\n[00:35.59] Dave Niehaus voice would echo throughout the yard\n[00:38.44] Couldn't have been older than ten\n[00:39.71] But to me and my friends, the voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n[00:44.17] 1995, the division series\n[00:46.92] Edgar's up to bat, bottom of the 11th inning, got the whole town listening\n[00:50.92] Swung on and belted, the words that started, Joey Cora rounds third\n[00:54.94] Here comes Griffey, the throw to the plate's not in time\n[00:57.96] My oh my, the Mariners win it\n[01:00.27] Yes, fire works they lit up that ceiling in the king dome\n[01:03.89] We had just made history\n[01:05.78] And swung, lined down the left field line for a base hit!\n[01:08.53] Here comes Joey! 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Here comes Junior to third base!\n They're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be late!\n The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n I don't believe it! It just continues! My oh my!\n\n Laces woven barley holdin' that stitch\n The creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\n Where the leather he used to pound his fists\n To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n\n Yep, tell me stories on the field with that sun stained brim\n Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\n Sunflower seeds back when me and my crew sun burnt arms\n Big league chew, yeah, we were like the sand lot after dinner\n After practice, we listen to the M's in the kitchen\n And if mom wasn't trippin' come on dad please I swear just one more inning\n Voice went pump, pump through the system, break out the Rye bread, it's grand salami time\n My oh my, another victory yes, my city, my city\n Childhood my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n\n Under that light rain gleaming in that night came, can't stop now\n Keep moving, no break pads\n Came here to prove a point, live my life on the field\n Make history in between the base path\n And compete against the fear that is in me that's my only barrier and I swear that I'ma break that\n From the mud the cleats that we drug through the feet this is that moment, and you cannot take it back, eh\n\n I don't really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old cardboard\n Memories embedded in the dust, in the fighters that age just like us, livin' somewhere off in the drawer\n This is what you make of it, yeah we play to win\n Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium\n Fight, until the day that God decided to wave us in\n Right, until he waves us in\n\n It's my city, my city childhood my life that's right, right, under those lights\n My city, my city childhood that's right, Niehaus\n My oh my, come on, my city, my city childhood my life that's right under those lights\n It's my city, my city childhood my life, Niehaus, my oh my, rest in peace\n"},{"id":1879493,"name":"My Oh My","trackName":"My Oh My","artistName":"Macklemore & Ryan Lewis","albumName":"The Heist","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I used to sit with my dad in the garage\nThat sawdust that pine sol and the moss\nAround every spring when the winter thaw\nWe'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n710 AM no KJR Dave Niehaus voice would echo throughout the yard\nCouldn't have been older than 10\nBut to me and my friends\nThe voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n1995 the division series\nEdgars up to bat\nBottom of the 11th inning got the whole town listening,\nSwung on and belted the words that started, Joey Cora rounds third\nHere comes Griffey the throw to the plate's not in time\nMy oh my the Mariners win it\nYes, fire works they lit up ceiling in the king dome\nWe had just made history.\n\nAnd swung, Lined down the left field line for a base hit!\nHere comes Joey! Here comes Junior to third base!\nThey're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be'.\nLate! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\nI don't believe it! It just continues! MY OH MY!\n\nLaces woven barley holdin' that stitch\nThe creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\nWhere the leather he used to pound his fists\nTo some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\nYep, tell me stories on the field with that sun stained brim\nBlood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\nSunflower seeds back when me and my crew sun burnt arms\nBig league chew, yeah we were like the sand lot after dinner\nAfter practice we listen to the M's in the kitchen\nAnd if mom wasn't trippin' come on dad please I swear just one more inning\nVoice went pump pump through the system break out the Rye bread it's grand salami time\nMy oh My another victory yes, my city my city.\nChildhood my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n\nUnder that light rain gleaming in that night came, can't stop now\nKeep moving no break pads came here to prove a point, live my life on the field\nMake history in between the base path\nAnd compete against the fear that is in me that's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that\nFrom the mud the cleats that we drug threw the feet this is that moment and you cannot take it back\nI don't really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old card board\nMemories embedded in the dust, in the fighters that age just like us livin' some where off in the drawer\nThis is what you make of it yeah we play to win\nLive it like we're under the lights of the stadium fight until the day that God decided to wave us in,\nRight until he waves us in\nIt's my city my city childhood my life that's right right under those lights\nMy city my city childhood that's right Niehaus\nMy oh My come on, my city my city childhood my life that's right under those lights\nIt's my city my city childhood my life Niehaus My oh My Rest in peace.","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.69] I used to sit with my dad in the garage\n[00:25.73] That sawdust that pine sol and the moss\n[00:28.47] Around every spring when the winter thaw\n[00:31.16] We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n[00:33.85] 710 AM no KJR Dave Niehaus voice would echo throughout the yard\n[00:39.23] Couldn't have been older than 10\n[00:40.75] But to me and my friends\n[00:41.84] The voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n[00:44.80] 1995 the division series\n[00:47.46] Edgars up to bat\n[00:48.87] Bottom of the 11th inning got the whole town listening,\n[00:51.31] Swung on and belted the words that started, Joey Cora rounds third\n[00:55.58] Here comes Griffey the throw to the plate's not in time\n[00:58.65] My oh my the Mariners win it\n[01:00.91] Yes, fire works they lit up ceiling in the king dome\n[01:03.63] We had just made history.\n[01:06.41] And swung, Lined down the left field line for a base hit!\n[01:09.67] Here comes Joey! Here comes Junior to third base!\n[01:12.90] They're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be'.\n[01:16.69] Late! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n[01:22.09] I don't believe it! It just continues! MY OH MY!\n[01:28.52] Laces woven barley holdin' that stitch\n[01:30.53] The creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\n[01:33.28] Where the leather he used to pound his fists\n[01:35.55] To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n[01:38.04] Yep, tell me stories on the field with that sun stained brim\n[01:41.30] Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\n[01:44.19] Sunflower seeds back when me and my crew sun burnt arms\n[01:46.62] Big league chew, yeah we were like the sand lot after dinner\n[01:49.58] After practice we listen to the M's in the kitchen\n[01:53.45] And if mom wasn't trippin' come on dad please I swear just one more inning\n[01:57.42] Voice went pump pump through the system break out the Rye bread it's grand salami time\n[02:02.81] My oh My another victory yes, my city my city.\n[02:06.72] Childhood my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n[02:55.49] Under that light rain gleaming in that night came, can't stop now\n[02:56.57] Keep moving no break pads came here to prove a point, live my life on the field\n[03:03.55] Make history in between the base path\n[03:06.44] And compete against the fear that is in me that's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that\n[03:11.51] From the mud the cleats that we drug threw the feet this is that moment and you cannot take it back\n[03:16.95] I don't really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old card board\n[03:22.20] Memories embedded in the dust, in the fighters that age just like us livin' some where off in the drawer\n[03:28.28] This is what you make of it yeah we play to win\n[03:31.06] Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium fight until the day that God decided to wave us in,\n[03:36.58] Right until he waves us in\n[03:38.64] It's my city my city childhood my life that's right right under those lights\n[03:43.98] My city my city childhood that's right Niehaus\n[03:47.92] My oh My come on, my city my city childhood my life that's right under those lights\n[03:54.55] It's my city my city childhood my life Niehaus My oh My Rest in peace.\n[04:00.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: My Oh My\n artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis\n album: The Heist\n duration_ms: 271000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I used to sit with my dad in the garage\n start_ms: 22690\n end_ms: 25730\n- text: That sawdust that pine sol and the moss\n start_ms: 25730\n end_ms: 28470\n- text: Around every spring when the winter thaw\n start_ms: 28470\n end_ms: 31160\n- text: We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n start_ms: 31160\n end_ms: 33850\n- text: 710 AM no KJR Dave Niehaus voice would echo throughout the yard\n start_ms: 33850\n end_ms: 39230\n- text: Couldn't have been older than 10\n start_ms: 39230\n end_ms: 40750\n- text: But to me and my friends\n start_ms: 40750\n end_ms: 41840\n- text: The voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n start_ms: 41840\n end_ms: 44800\n- text: 1995 the division series\n start_ms: 44800\n end_ms: 47460\n- text: Edgars up to bat\n start_ms: 47460\n end_ms: 48870\n- text: Bottom of the 11th inning got the whole town listening,\n start_ms: 48870\n end_ms: 51310\n- text: Swung on and belted the words that started, Joey Cora rounds third\n start_ms: 51310\n end_ms: 55580\n- text: Here comes Griffey the throw to the plate's not in time\n start_ms: 55580\n end_ms: 58650\n- text: My oh my the Mariners win it\n start_ms: 58650\n end_ms: 60910\n- text: Yes, fire works they lit up ceiling in the king dome\n start_ms: 60910\n end_ms: 63630\n- text: We had just made history.\n start_ms: 63630\n end_ms: 66410\n- text: And swung, Lined down the left field line for a base hit!\n start_ms: 66410\n end_ms: 69670\n- text: Here comes Joey! 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Here comes Junior to third base!\n They're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be'.\n Late! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n I don't believe it! It just continues! MY OH MY!\n\n Laces woven barley holdin' that stitch\n The creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\n Where the leather he used to pound his fists\n To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n Yep, tell me stories on the field with that sun stained brim\n Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\n Sunflower seeds back when me and my crew sun burnt arms\n Big league chew, yeah we were like the sand lot after dinner\n After practice we listen to the M's in the kitchen\n And if mom wasn't trippin' come on dad please I swear just one more inning\n Voice went pump pump through the system break out the Rye bread it's grand salami time\n My oh My another victory yes, my city my city.\n Childhood my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n\n Under that light rain gleaming in that night came, can't stop now\n Keep moving no break pads came here to prove a point, live my life on the field\n Make history in between the base path\n And compete against the fear that is in me that's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that\n From the mud the cleats that we drug threw the feet this is that moment and you cannot take it back\n I don't really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old card board\n Memories embedded in the dust, in the fighters that age just like us livin' some where off in the drawer\n This is what you make of it yeah we play to win\n Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium fight until the day that God decided to wave us in,\n Right until he waves us in\n It's my city my city childhood my life that's right right under those lights\n My city my city childhood that's right Niehaus\n My oh My come on, my city my city childhood my life that's right under those lights\n It's my city my city childhood my life Niehaus My oh My Rest in peace.\n"},{"id":953944,"name":"My Oh My","trackName":"My Oh My","artistName":"Macklemore & Ryan Lewis","albumName":"The Heist (Deluxe Edition)","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I used to sit with my dad in the garage\nThat sawdust that pine sol and the moss\nAround every spring when the winter thaw\nWe'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n710 AM no KJR Dave Niehaus voice would echo throughout the yard\nCouldn't have been older than 10\nBut to me and my friends\nThe voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n1995 the division series\nEdgars up to bat\nBottom of the 11th inning got the whole town listening,\nSwung on and belted the words that started, Joey Cora rounds third\nHere comes Griffey the throw to the plate's not in time\nMy oh my the Mariners win it\nYes, fire works they lit up ceiling in the king dome\nWe had just made history.\n\nAnd swung, Lined down the left field line for a base hit!\nHere comes Joey! Here comes Junior to third base!\nThey're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be'.\nLate! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\nI don't believe it! It just continues! 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Here comes Junior to third base!\n[01:12.90] They're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be'.\n[01:16.69] Late! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n[01:22.09] I don't believe it! It just continues! MY OH MY!\n[01:28.52] Laces woven barley holdin' that stitch\n[01:30.53] The creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\n[01:33.28] Where the leather he used to pound his fists\n[01:35.55] To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n[01:38.04] Yep, tell me stories on the field with that sun stained brim\n[01:41.30] Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\n[01:44.19] Sunflower seeds back when me and my crew sun burnt arms\n[01:46.62] Big league chew, yeah we were like the sand lot after dinner\n[01:49.58] After practice we listen to the M's in the kitchen\n[01:53.45] And if mom wasn't trippin' come on dad please I swear just one more inning\n[01:57.42] Voice went pump pump through the system break out the Rye bread it's grand salami time\n[02:02.81] My oh My another victory yes, my city my city.\n[02:06.72] Childhood my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n[02:55.49] Under that light rain gleaming in that night came, can't stop now\n[02:56.57] Keep moving no break pads came here to prove a point, live my life on the field\n[03:03.55] Make history in between the base path\n[03:06.44] And compete against the fear that is in me that's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that\n[03:11.51] From the mud the cleats that we drug threw the feet this is that moment and you cannot take it back\n[03:16.95] I don't really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old card board\n[03:22.20] Memories embedded in the dust, in the fighters that age just like us livin' some where off in the drawer\n[03:28.28] This is what you make of it yeah we play to win\n[03:31.06] Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium fight until the day that God decided to wave us in,\n[03:36.58] Right until he waves us in\n[03:38.64] It's my city my city childhood my life that's right right under those lights\n[03:43.98] My city my city childhood that's right Niehaus\n[03:47.92] My oh My come on, my city my city childhood my life that's right under those lights\n[03:54.55] It's my city my city childhood my life Niehaus My oh My Rest in peace.\n[04:00.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: My Oh My\n artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis\n album: The Heist (Deluxe Edition)\n duration_ms: 271000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I used to sit with my dad in the garage\n start_ms: 22690\n end_ms: 25730\n- text: That sawdust that pine sol and the moss\n start_ms: 25730\n end_ms: 28470\n- text: Around every spring when the winter thaw\n start_ms: 28470\n end_ms: 31160\n- text: We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n start_ms: 31160\n end_ms: 33850\n- text: 710 AM no KJR Dave Niehaus voice would echo throughout the yard\n start_ms: 33850\n end_ms: 39230\n- text: Couldn't have been older than 10\n start_ms: 39230\n end_ms: 40750\n- text: But to me and my friends\n start_ms: 40750\n end_ms: 41840\n- text: The voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n start_ms: 41840\n end_ms: 44800\n- text: 1995 the division series\n start_ms: 44800\n end_ms: 47460\n- text: Edgars up to bat\n start_ms: 47460\n end_ms: 48870\n- text: Bottom of the 11th inning got the whole town listening,\n start_ms: 48870\n end_ms: 51310\n- text: Swung on and belted the words that started, Joey Cora rounds third\n start_ms: 51310\n end_ms: 55580\n- text: Here comes Griffey the throw to the plate's not in time\n start_ms: 55580\n end_ms: 58650\n- text: My oh my the Mariners win it\n start_ms: 58650\n end_ms: 60910\n- text: Yes, fire works they lit up ceiling in the king dome\n start_ms: 60910\n end_ms: 63630\n- text: We had just made history.\n start_ms: 63630\n end_ms: 66410\n- text: And swung, Lined down the left field line for a base hit!\n start_ms: 66410\n end_ms: 69670\n- text: Here comes Joey! 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Here comes Junior to third base!\n They're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be'.\n Late! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n I don't believe it! It just continues! 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Here comes Junior to third base!\n They're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be'.\n Late! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n I don't believe it! It just continues! 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Here comes Junior to third base!\nThey're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be'.\nLate! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\nI don't believe it! It just continues! 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Here comes Junior to third base!\n[01:12.90] They're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be'.\n[01:16.69] Late! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n[01:22.09] I don't believe it! It just continues! MY OH MY!\n[01:28.52] Laces woven barley holdin' that stitch\n[01:30.53] The creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\n[01:33.28] Where the leather he used to pound his fists\n[01:35.55] To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n[01:38.04] Yep, tell me stories on the field with that sun stained brim\n[01:41.30] Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\n[01:44.19] Sunflower seeds back when me and my crew sun burnt arms\n[01:46.62] Big league chew, yeah we were like the sand lot after dinner\n[01:49.58] After practice we listen to the M's in the kitchen\n[01:53.45] And if mom wasn't trippin' come on dad please I swear just one more inning\n[01:57.42] Voice went pump pump through the system break out the Rye bread it's grand salami time\n[02:02.81] My oh My another victory yes, my city my city.\n[02:06.72] Childhood my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n[02:55.49] Under that light rain gleaming in that night came, can't stop now\n[02:56.57] Keep moving no break pads came here to prove a point, live my life on the field\n[03:03.55] Make history in between the base path\n[03:06.44] And compete against the fear that is in me that's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that\n[03:11.51] From the mud the cleats that we drug threw the feet this is that moment and you cannot take it back\n[03:16.95] I don't really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old card board\n[03:22.20] Memories embedded in the dust, in the fighters that age just like us livin' some where off in the drawer\n[03:28.28] This is what you make of it yeah we play to win\n[03:31.06] Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium fight until the day that God decided to wave us in,\n[03:36.58] Right until he waves us in\n[03:38.64] It's my city my city childhood my life that's right right under those lights\n[03:43.98] My city my city childhood that's right Niehaus\n[03:47.92] My oh My come on, my city my city childhood my life that's right under those lights\n[03:54.55] It's my city my city childhood my life Niehaus My oh My Rest in peace.\n[04:00.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: My Oh My\n artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis\n album: The Heist (Deluxe Edition)\n duration_ms: 263000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I used to sit with my dad in the garage\n start_ms: 22690\n end_ms: 25730\n- text: That sawdust that pine sol and the moss\n start_ms: 25730\n end_ms: 28470\n- text: Around every spring when the winter thaw\n start_ms: 28470\n end_ms: 31160\n- text: We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n start_ms: 31160\n end_ms: 33850\n- text: 710 AM no KJR Dave Niehaus voice would echo throughout the yard\n start_ms: 33850\n end_ms: 39230\n- text: Couldn't have been older than 10\n start_ms: 39230\n end_ms: 40750\n- text: But to me and my friends\n start_ms: 40750\n end_ms: 41840\n- text: The voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n start_ms: 41840\n end_ms: 44800\n- text: 1995 the division series\n start_ms: 44800\n end_ms: 47460\n- text: Edgars up to bat\n start_ms: 47460\n end_ms: 48870\n- text: Bottom of the 11th inning got the whole town listening,\n start_ms: 48870\n end_ms: 51310\n- text: Swung on and belted the words that started, Joey Cora rounds third\n start_ms: 51310\n end_ms: 55580\n- text: Here comes Griffey the throw to the plate's not in time\n start_ms: 55580\n end_ms: 58650\n- text: My oh my the Mariners win it\n start_ms: 58650\n end_ms: 60910\n- text: Yes, fire works they lit up ceiling in the king dome\n start_ms: 60910\n end_ms: 63630\n- text: We had just made history.\n start_ms: 63630\n end_ms: 66410\n- text: And swung, Lined down the left field line for a base hit!\n start_ms: 66410\n end_ms: 69670\n- text: Here comes Joey! 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Here comes Junior to third base!\n[01:12.90] They're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be'.\n[01:16.69] Late! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n[01:22.09] I don't believe it! It just continues! MY OH MY!\n[01:28.52] Laces woven barley holdin' that stitch\n[01:30.53] The creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\n[01:33.28] Where the leather he used to pound his fists\n[01:35.55] To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n[01:38.04] Yep, tell me stories on the field with that sun stained brim\n[01:41.30] Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\n[01:44.19] Sunflower seeds back when me and my crew sun burnt arms\n[01:46.62] Big league chew, yeah we were like the sand lot after dinner\n[01:49.58] After practice we listen to the M's in the kitchen\n[01:53.45] And if mom wasn't trippin' come on dad please I swear just one more inning\n[01:57.42] Voice went pump pump through the system break out the Rye bread it's grand salami time\n[02:02.81] My oh My another victory yes, my city my city.\n[02:06.72] Childhood my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n[02:55.49] Under that light rain gleaming in that night came, can't stop now\n[02:56.57] Keep moving no break pads came here to prove a point, live my life on the field\n[03:03.55] Make history in between the base path\n[03:06.44] And compete against the fear that is in me that's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that\n[03:11.51] From the mud the cleats that we drug threw the feet this is that moment and you cannot take it back\n[03:16.95] I don't really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old card board\n[03:22.20] Memories embedded in the dust, in the fighters that age just like us livin' some where off in the drawer\n[03:28.28] This is what you make of it yeah we play to win\n[03:31.06] Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium fight until the day that God decided to wave us in,\n[03:36.58] Right until he waves us in\n[03:38.64] It's my city my city childhood my life that's right right under those lights\n[03:43.98] My city my city childhood that's right Niehaus\n[03:47.92] My oh My come on, my city my city childhood my life that's right under those lights\n[03:54.55] It's my city my city childhood my life Niehaus My oh My Rest in peace.\n[04:00.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: My Oh My\n artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis\n album: 4 The Love of Music\n duration_ms: 256000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I used to sit with my dad in the garage\n start_ms: 22690\n end_ms: 25730\n- text: That sawdust that pine sol and the moss\n start_ms: 25730\n end_ms: 28470\n- text: Around every spring when the winter thaw\n start_ms: 28470\n end_ms: 31160\n- text: We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n start_ms: 31160\n end_ms: 33850\n- text: 710 AM no KJR Dave Niehaus voice would echo throughout the yard\n start_ms: 33850\n end_ms: 39230\n- text: Couldn't have been older than 10\n start_ms: 39230\n end_ms: 40750\n- text: But to me and my friends\n start_ms: 40750\n end_ms: 41840\n- text: The voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n start_ms: 41840\n end_ms: 44800\n- text: 1995 the division series\n start_ms: 44800\n end_ms: 47460\n- text: Edgars up to bat\n start_ms: 47460\n end_ms: 48870\n- text: Bottom of the 11th inning got the whole town listening,\n start_ms: 48870\n end_ms: 51310\n- text: Swung on and belted the words that started, Joey Cora rounds third\n start_ms: 51310\n end_ms: 55580\n- text: Here comes Griffey the throw to the plate's not in time\n start_ms: 55580\n end_ms: 58650\n- text: My oh my the Mariners win it\n start_ms: 58650\n end_ms: 60910\n- text: Yes, fire works they lit up ceiling in the king dome\n start_ms: 60910\n end_ms: 63630\n- text: We had just made history.\n start_ms: 63630\n end_ms: 66410\n- text: And swung, Lined down the left field line for a base hit!\n start_ms: 66410\n end_ms: 69670\n- text: Here comes Joey! 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Here comes Junior to third base!\n They're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be'.\n Late! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n I don't believe it! It just continues! 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Here comes Junior to third base!\nThey're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be'.\nLate! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\nI don't believe it! It just continues! 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Here comes Junior to third base!\n[01:12.90] They're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be'.\n[01:16.69] Late! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n[01:22.09] I don't believe it! It just continues! 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Here comes Junior to third base!\n They're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be'.\n Late! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n I don't believe it! It just continues! 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Fireworks, they lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome\nWe had just made history\n\n\"Swung on and lined down the left field line for a base hit!\nHere comes Joey! Here is Junior to third base!\nThey're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be late!\nThe Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\nI don't believe it! It just continues! My oh my!\"\n\nLaces woven, barley holdin' that stitch\nCreases are time amongst the grime and the grit\nWhere the leather he used to pound his fists\nTo some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\nYep, tell me stories on the field, with that sun stained brim\nBlood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\nSunflower seeds back with me and my crew\nSun burnt arms\nBig league chew\nYeah, we were like, \"The Sandlot\" after dinner\nAfter practice we'd listen\nTo the M's in the kitchen\nAnd if mom wasn't trippin'\n\"Come on dad! Please, I swear, just one more inning\"\nVoice went \"Pump, pump!\" through the system\n\"Break out the rye bread, it's grand salami time!\"\n\"My, oh my! Another victory!\"\nYes! My city, my city\nChildhood, my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n\nUnder that light rain, gleaming in that night game, can't stop now\nKeep moving, no break pads\nCame here to prove a point, live my life on the field\nMake history in between the base paths\nAnd compete against the fear that is in me\nThat's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that from the mud\nThe cleats that we drug through the feet\nThis is that moment, and you cannot take it back, and\nI don't really collect cards anymore\nJust a box and some old cardboard\nMemories embedded in the dust\nIn the fighters that age just like us\nLivin' some where off in the drawer\nThis is what you make of it, yeah, we play to win\nLive it like we're under the lights of the stadium\nFight until the day that God decides to wave us in\nRight until he waves us in\n\nIt's my city, my city\nChildhood, my life\nThat's right under those lights\nMy city, my city, childhood\nThat's right, Niehaus\nMy, oh my, come on\n\nMy city, my city\nChildhood, my life\nThat's right under those lights\nIt's my city, my city\nChildhood, my life\nNiehaus, my, oh my\nRest in peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.87] I used to sit with my dad in the garage\n[00:25.48] That sawdust, that Pinesol and the moss\n[00:27.90] Around every spring when the winter thawed\n[00:30.34] We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n[00:33.60] 710 AM, no KJR, Dave Niehaus' voice would echo throughout the yard\n[00:38.47] Couldn't have been older than ten\n[00:39.87] But to me and my friends\n[00:41.07] The voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n[00:45.27] 1995, the Division Series\n[00:46.93] Edgar's up to bat\n[00:47.90] Bottom of the 11th inning\n[00:49.23] Got the whole town listening\n[00:50.80] \"Swung on and belted\", the words distorted\n[00:53.32] \"Joey Cora rounds third\n[00:54.93] Here comes Griffey\n[00:56.14] The throw to the plate's not in time\n[00:57.94] My, oh my, the Mariners win it\"\n[01:00.21] Yes! Fireworks, they lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome\n[01:03.96] We had just made history\n[01:05.68] \"Swung on and lined down the left field line for a base hit!\n[01:08.76] Here comes Joey! Here is Junior to third base!\n[01:11.90] They're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be late!\n[01:15.97] The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n[01:21.95] I don't believe it! It just continues! My oh my!\"\n[01:27.68] Laces woven, barley holdin' that stitch\n[01:30.14] Creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\n[01:32.32] Where the leather he used to pound his fists\n[01:34.52] To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n[01:37.48] Yep, tell me stories on the field, with that sun stained brim\n[01:40.87] Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\n[01:43.44] Sunflower seeds back with me and my crew\n[01:45.66] Sun burnt arms\n[01:46.85] Big league chew\n[01:47.84] Yeah, we were like, \"The Sandlot\" after dinner\n[01:50.00] After practice we'd listen\n[01:51.36] To the M's in the kitchen\n[01:52.71] And if mom wasn't trippin'\n[01:53.87] \"Come on dad! Please, I swear, just one more inning\"\n[01:56.73] Voice went \"Pump, pump!\" through the system\n[01:59.08] \"Break out the rye bread, it's grand salami time!\"\n[02:02.01] \"My, oh my! Another victory!\"\n[02:03.94] Yes! My city, my city\n[02:05.92] Childhood, my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n[02:11.58] \n[02:54.51] Under that light rain, gleaming in that night game, can't stop now\n[02:57.96] Keep moving, no break pads\n[03:00.06] Came here to prove a point, live my life on the field\n[03:02.65] Make history in between the base paths\n[03:05.41] And compete against the fear that is in me\n[03:07.37] That's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that from the mud\n[03:11.62] The cleats that we drug through the feet\n[03:13.29] This is that moment, and you cannot take it back, and\n[03:16.83] I don't really collect cards anymore\n[03:18.72] Just a box and some old cardboard\n[03:21.27] Memories embedded in the dust\n[03:22.89] In the fighters that age just like us\n[03:25.20] Livin' some where off in the drawer\n[03:27.61] This is what you make of it, yeah, we play to win\n[03:29.92] Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium\n[03:32.62] Fight until the day that God decides to wave us in\n[03:35.70] Right until he waves us in\n[03:37.69] It's my city, my city\n[03:38.96] Childhood, my life\n[03:40.46] That's right under those lights\n[03:43.04] My city, my city, childhood\n[03:45.11] That's right, Niehaus\n[03:46.87] My, oh my, come on\n[03:48.41] My city, my city\n[03:49.62] Childhood, my life\n[03:51.14] That's right under those lights\n[03:53.74] It's my city, my city\n[03:55.01] Childhood, my life\n[03:57.55] Niehaus, my, oh my\n[03:59.08] Rest in peace\n[03:59.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: My Oh My\n artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis\n album: The Heist [Deluxe Edition] [Explicit] [+digital booklet]\n duration_ms: 257000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I used to sit with my dad in the garage\n start_ms: 22870\n end_ms: 25480\n- text: That sawdust, that Pinesol and the moss\n start_ms: 25480\n end_ms: 27900\n- text: Around every spring when the winter thawed\n start_ms: 27900\n end_ms: 30340\n- text: We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n start_ms: 30340\n end_ms: 33600\n- text: 710 AM, no KJR, Dave Niehaus' voice would echo throughout the yard\n start_ms: 33600\n end_ms: 38470\n- text: Couldn't have been older than ten\n start_ms: 38470\n end_ms: 39870\n- text: But to me and my friends\n start_ms: 39870\n end_ms: 41070\n- text: The voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n start_ms: 41070\n end_ms: 45270\n- text: 1995, the Division Series\n start_ms: 45270\n end_ms: 46930\n- text: Edgar's up to bat\n start_ms: 46930\n end_ms: 47900\n- text: Bottom of the 11th inning\n start_ms: 47900\n end_ms: 49230\n- text: Got the whole town listening\n start_ms: 49230\n end_ms: 50800\n- text: '\"Swung on and belted\", the words distorted'\n start_ms: 50800\n end_ms: 53320\n- text: '\"Joey Cora rounds third'\n start_ms: 53320\n end_ms: 54930\n- text: Here comes Griffey\n start_ms: 54930\n end_ms: 56140\n- text: The throw to the plate's not in time\n start_ms: 56140\n end_ms: 57940\n- text: My, oh my, the Mariners win it\"\n start_ms: 57940\n end_ms: 60210\n- text: Yes! 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Fireworks, they lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome\n We had just made history\n\n \"Swung on and lined down the left field line for a base hit!\n Here comes Joey! Here is Junior to third base!\n They're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be late!\n The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n I don't believe it! It just continues! My oh my!\"\n\n Laces woven, barley holdin' that stitch\n Creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\n Where the leather he used to pound his fists\n To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n Yep, tell me stories on the field, with that sun stained brim\n Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\n Sunflower seeds back with me and my crew\n Sun burnt arms\n Big league chew\n Yeah, we were like, \"The Sandlot\" after dinner\n After practice we'd listen\n To the M's in the kitchen\n And if mom wasn't trippin'\n \"Come on dad! 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Here comes Junior to third base!\nThey're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be'.\nLate! The Mariners are going to play\nFor the American League Championship!\nI don't believe it! It just continues! 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Here comes Junior to third base!\n[01:12.90] They're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be'.\n[01:16.69] Late! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n[01:22.09] I don't believe it! It just continues! MY OH MY!\n[01:28.52] Laces woven barley holdin' that stitch\n[01:30.53] The creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\n[01:33.28] Where the leather he used to pound his fists\n[01:35.55] To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n[01:38.04] Yep, tell me stories on the field with that sun stained brim\n[01:41.30] Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\n[01:44.19] Sunflower seeds back when me and my crew sun burnt arms\n[01:46.62] Big league chew, yeah we were like the sand lot after dinner\n[01:49.58] After practice we listen to the M's in the kitchen\n[01:53.45] And if mom wasn't trippin' come on dad please I swear just one more inning\n[01:57.42] Voice went pump pump through the system break out the Rye bread it's grand salami time\n[02:02.81] My oh My another victory yes, my city my city.\n[02:06.72] Childhood my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n[02:55.49] Under that light rain gleaming in that night came, can't stop now\n[02:56.57] Keep moving no break pads came here to prove a point, live my life on the field\n[03:03.55] Make history in between the base path\n[03:06.44] And compete against the fear that is in me that's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that\n[03:11.51] From the mud the cleats that we drug threw the feet this is that moment and you cannot take it back\n[03:16.95] I don't really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old card board\n[03:22.20] Memories embedded in the dust, in the fighters that age just like us livin' some where off in the drawer\n[03:28.28] This is what you make of it yeah we play to win\n[03:31.06] Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium fight until the day that God decided to wave us in,\n[03:36.58] Right until he waves us in\n[03:38.64] It's my city my city childhood my life that's right right under those lights\n[03:43.98] My city my city childhood that's right Niehaus\n[03:47.92] My oh My come on, my city my city childhood my life that's right under those lights\n[03:54.55] It's my city my city childhood my life Niehaus My oh My Rest in peace.\n[04:00.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: My Oh My\n artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis\n album: The Heist (Deluxe Edition)\n duration_ms: 253000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I used to sit with my dad in the garage\n start_ms: 22690\n end_ms: 25730\n- text: That sawdust that pine sol and the moss\n start_ms: 25730\n end_ms: 28470\n- text: Around every spring when the winter thaw\n start_ms: 28470\n end_ms: 31160\n- text: We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n start_ms: 31160\n end_ms: 33850\n- text: 710 AM no KJR Dave Niehaus voice would echo throughout the yard\n start_ms: 33850\n end_ms: 39230\n- text: Couldn't have been older than 10\n start_ms: 39230\n end_ms: 40750\n- text: But to me and my friends\n start_ms: 40750\n end_ms: 41840\n- text: The voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n start_ms: 41840\n end_ms: 44800\n- text: 1995 the division series\n start_ms: 44800\n end_ms: 47460\n- text: Edgars up to bat\n start_ms: 47460\n end_ms: 48870\n- text: Bottom of the 11th inning got the whole town listening,\n start_ms: 48870\n end_ms: 51310\n- text: Swung on and belted the words that started, Joey Cora rounds third\n start_ms: 51310\n end_ms: 55580\n- text: Here comes Griffey the throw to the plate's not in time\n start_ms: 55580\n end_ms: 58650\n- text: My oh my the Mariners win it\n start_ms: 58650\n end_ms: 60910\n- text: Yes, fire works they lit up ceiling in the king dome\n start_ms: 60910\n end_ms: 63630\n- text: We had just made history.\n start_ms: 63630\n end_ms: 66410\n- text: And swung, Lined down the left field line for a base hit!\n start_ms: 66410\n end_ms: 69670\n- text: Here comes Joey! 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My city, my city\nChildhood, my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n\nUnder that light rain, gleaming in that night game, can't stop now\nKeep moving, no break pads\nCame here to prove a point, live my life on the field\nMake history in between the base paths\nAnd compete against the fear that is in me\nThat's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that from the mud\nThe cleats that we drug through the feet\nThis is that moment, and you cannot take it back, and\nI don't really collect cards anymore\nJust a box and some old cardboard\nMemories embedded in the dust\nIn the fighters that age just like us\nLivin' some where off in the drawer\nThis is what you make of it, yeah, we play to win\nLive it like we're under the lights of the stadium\nFight until the day that God decides to wave us in\nRight until he waves us in\n\nIt's my city, my city\nChildhood, my life\nThat's right under those lights\nMy city, my city, childhood\nThat's right, Niehaus\nMy, oh my, come on\n\nMy city, my city\nChildhood, my life\nThat's right under those lights\nIt's my city, my city\nChildhood, my life\nNiehaus, my, oh my\nRest in peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.84] I used to sit with my dad in the garage\n[00:25.48] That sawdust, that Pinesol and the moss\n[00:27.92] Around every spring when the winter thawed\n[00:30.35] We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n[00:33.66] 710 AM, no KJR, Dave Niehaus' voice would echo throughout the yard\n[00:38.41] Couldn't have been older than ten\n[00:39.86] But to me and my friends\n[00:41.05] The voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n[00:45.23] 1995, the Division Series\n[00:46.98] Edgar's up to bat\n[00:47.94] Bottom of the 11th inning\n[00:49.29] Got the whole town listening\n[00:50.82] \"Swung on and belted\", the words distorted\n[00:53.34] \"Joey Cora rounds third\n[00:54.98] Here comes Griffey\n[00:56.15] The throw to the plate's not in time\n[00:57.93] My, oh my, the Mariners win it\"\n[01:00.23] Yes! Fireworks, they lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome\n[01:03.98] We had just made history\n[01:05.65] \"Swung on and lined down the left field line for a base hit!\n[01:08.75] Here comes Joey! Here is Junior to third base!\n[01:11.88] They're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be late!\n[01:15.92] The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n[01:21.91] I don't believe it! It just continues! My oh my!\"\n[01:27.61] Laces woven, barley holdin' that stitch\n[01:30.14] Creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\n[01:32.36] Where the leather he used to pound his fists\n[01:34.52] To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n[01:37.42] Yep, tell me stories on the field, with that sun stained brim\n[01:40.83] Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\n[01:43.41] Sunflower seeds back with me and my crew\n[01:45.67] Sun burnt arms\n[01:46.82] Big league chew\n[01:47.83] Yeah, we were like, \"The Sandlot\" after dinner\n[01:50.03] After practice we'd listen\n[01:51.38] To the M's in the kitchen\n[01:52.75] And if mom wasn't trippin'\n[01:53.89] \"Come on dad! Please, I swear, just one more inning\"\n[01:56.74] Voice went \"Pump, pump!\" through the system\n[01:59.09] \"Break out the rye bread, it's grand salami time!\"\n[02:02.07] \"My, oh my! Another victory!\"\n[02:03.98] Yes! My city, my city\n[02:05.98] Childhood, my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n[02:11.64] \n[02:54.50] Under that light rain, gleaming in that night game, can't stop now\n[02:57.93] Keep moving, no break pads\n[03:00.07] Came here to prove a point, live my life on the field\n[03:02.66] Make history in between the base paths\n[03:05.46] And compete against the fear that is in me\n[03:07.31] That's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that from the mud\n[03:11.64] The cleats that we drug through the feet\n[03:13.22] This is that moment, and you cannot take it back, and\n[03:16.87] I don't really collect cards anymore\n[03:18.71] Just a box and some old cardboard\n[03:21.25] Memories embedded in the dust\n[03:22.88] In the fighters that age just like us\n[03:25.23] Livin' some where off in the drawer\n[03:27.69] This is what you make of it, yeah, we play to win\n[03:29.95] Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium\n[03:32.66] Fight until the day that God decides to wave us in\n[03:35.71] Right until he waves us in\n[03:37.68] It's my city, my city\n[03:38.97] Childhood, my life\n[03:40.49] That's right under those lights\n[03:43.01] My city, my city, childhood\n[03:45.10] That's right, Niehaus\n[03:46.82] My, oh my, come on\n[03:48.49] My city, my city\n[03:49.66] Childhood, my life\n[03:51.12] That's right under those lights\n[03:53.73] It's my city, my city\n[03:55.05] Childhood, my life\n[03:57.50] Niehaus, my, oh my\n[03:59.01] Rest in peace\n[03:59.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: -4A My Oh My\n artist: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis\n album: The Heist (Deluxe Edition)\n duration_ms: 257000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I used to sit with my dad in the garage\n start_ms: 22840\n end_ms: 25480\n- text: That sawdust, that Pinesol and the moss\n start_ms: 25480\n end_ms: 27920\n- text: Around every spring when the winter thawed\n start_ms: 27920\n end_ms: 30350\n- text: We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n start_ms: 30350\n end_ms: 33660\n- text: 710 AM, no KJR, Dave Niehaus' voice would echo throughout the yard\n start_ms: 33660\n end_ms: 38410\n- text: Couldn't have been older than ten\n start_ms: 38410\n end_ms: 39860\n- text: But to me and my friends\n start_ms: 39860\n end_ms: 41050\n- text: The voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n start_ms: 41050\n end_ms: 45230\n- text: 1995, the Division Series\n start_ms: 45230\n end_ms: 46980\n- text: Edgar's up to bat\n start_ms: 46980\n end_ms: 47940\n- text: Bottom of the 11th inning\n start_ms: 47940\n end_ms: 49290\n- text: Got the whole town listening\n start_ms: 49290\n end_ms: 50820\n- text: '\"Swung on and belted\", the words distorted'\n start_ms: 50820\n end_ms: 53340\n- text: '\"Joey Cora rounds third'\n start_ms: 53340\n end_ms: 54980\n- text: Here comes Griffey\n start_ms: 54980\n end_ms: 56150\n- text: The throw to the plate's not in time\n start_ms: 56150\n end_ms: 57930\n- text: My, oh my, the Mariners win it\"\n start_ms: 57930\n end_ms: 60230\n- text: Yes! 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Fireworks, they lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome\n We had just made history\n\n \"Swung on and lined down the left field line for a base hit!\n Here comes Joey! Here is Junior to third base!\n They're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be late!\n The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n I don't believe it! It just continues! My oh my!\"\n\n Laces woven, barley holdin' that stitch\n Creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\n Where the leather he used to pound his fists\n To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n Yep, tell me stories on the field, with that sun stained brim\n Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\n Sunflower seeds back with me and my crew\n Sun burnt arms\n Big league chew\n Yeah, we were like, \"The Sandlot\" after dinner\n After practice we'd listen\n To the M's in the kitchen\n And if mom wasn't trippin'\n \"Come on dad! 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Fireworks, they lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome\nWe had just made history\n\n\"Swung on and lined down the left field line for a base hit!\nHere comes Joey! Here is Junior to third base!\nThey're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be late!\nThe Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\nI don't believe it! It just continues! My oh my!\"\n\nLaces woven, barley holdin' that stitch\nCreases are time amongst the grime and the grit\nWhere the leather he used to pound his fists\nTo some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\nYep, tell me stories on the field, with that sun stained brim\nBlood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\nSunflower seeds back with me and my crew\nSun burnt arms\nBig league chew\nYeah, we were like, \"The Sandlot\" after dinner\nAfter practice we'd listen\nTo the M's in the kitchen\nAnd if mom wasn't trippin'\n\"Come on dad! 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My city, my city\nChildhood, my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n\nUnder that light rain, gleaming in that night game, can't stop now\nKeep moving, no break pads\nCame here to prove a point, live my life on the field\nMake history in between the base paths\nAnd compete against the fear that is in me\nThat's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that from the mud\nThe cleats that we drug through the feet\nThis is that moment, and you cannot take it back, and\nI don't really collect cards anymore\nJust a box and some old cardboard\nMemories embedded in the dust\nIn the fighters that age just like us\nLivin' some where off in the drawer\nThis is what you make of it, yeah, we play to win\nLive it like we're under the lights of the stadium\nFight until the day that God decides to wave us in\nRight until he waves us in\n\nIt's my city, my city\nChildhood, my life\nThat's right under those lights\nMy city, my city, childhood\nThat's right, Niehaus\nMy, oh my, come on\n\nMy city, my city\nChildhood, my life\nThat's right under those lights\nIt's my city, my city\nChildhood, my life\nNiehaus, my, oh my\nRest in peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.87] I used to sit with my dad in the garage\n[00:25.48] That sawdust, that Pinesol and the moss\n[00:27.90] Around every spring when the winter thawed\n[00:30.34] We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n[00:33.60] 710 AM, no KJR, Dave Niehaus' voice would echo throughout the yard\n[00:38.47] Couldn't have been older than ten\n[00:39.87] But to me and my friends\n[00:41.07] The voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n[00:45.27] 1995, the Division Series\n[00:46.93] Edgar's up to bat\n[00:47.90] Bottom of the 11th inning\n[00:49.23] Got the whole town listening\n[00:50.80] \"Swung on and belted\", the words distorted\n[00:53.32] \"Joey Cora rounds third\n[00:54.93] Here comes Griffey\n[00:56.14] The throw to the plate's not in time\n[00:57.94] My, oh my, the Mariners win it\"\n[01:00.21] Yes! 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My city, my city\n start_ms: 123940\n end_ms: 125920\n- text: Childhood, my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n start_ms: 125920\n end_ms: 131580\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 131580\n end_ms: 174510\n- text: Under that light rain, gleaming in that night game, can't stop now\n start_ms: 174510\n end_ms: 177960\n- text: Keep moving, no break pads\n start_ms: 177960\n end_ms: 180060\n- text: Came here to prove a point, live my life on the field\n start_ms: 180060\n end_ms: 182650\n- text: Make history in between the base paths\n start_ms: 182650\n end_ms: 185410\n- text: And compete against the fear that is in me\n start_ms: 185410\n end_ms: 187370\n- text: That's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that from the mud\n start_ms: 187370\n end_ms: 191620\n- text: The cleats that we drug through the feet\n start_ms: 191620\n end_ms: 193290\n- text: This is that moment, and you cannot take it back, and\n start_ms: 193290\n end_ms: 196830\n- text: I don't really collect cards anymore\n start_ms: 196830\n end_ms: 198720\n- text: Just a box and some old cardboard\n start_ms: 198720\n end_ms: 201270\n- text: Memories embedded in the dust\n start_ms: 201270\n end_ms: 202890\n- text: In the fighters that age just like us\n start_ms: 202890\n end_ms: 205200\n- text: Livin' some where off in the drawer\n start_ms: 205200\n end_ms: 207610\n- text: This is what you make of it, yeah, we play to win\n start_ms: 207610\n end_ms: 209920\n- text: Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium\n start_ms: 209920\n end_ms: 212620\n- text: Fight until the day that God decides to wave us in\n start_ms: 212620\n end_ms: 215700\n- text: Right until he waves us in\n start_ms: 215700\n end_ms: 217690\n- text: It's my city, my city\n start_ms: 217690\n end_ms: 218960\n- text: Childhood, my life\n start_ms: 218960\n end_ms: 220460\n- text: That's right under those lights\n start_ms: 220460\n end_ms: 223040\n- text: My city, my city, childhood\n start_ms: 223040\n end_ms: 225110\n- text: That's right, Niehaus\n start_ms: 225110\n end_ms: 226870\n- text: My, oh my, come on\n start_ms: 226870\n end_ms: 228410\n- text: My city, my city\n start_ms: 228410\n end_ms: 229620\n- text: Childhood, my life\n start_ms: 229620\n end_ms: 231140\n- text: That's right under those lights\n start_ms: 231140\n end_ms: 233740\n- text: It's my city, my city\n start_ms: 233740\n end_ms: 235010\n- text: Childhood, my life\n start_ms: 235010\n end_ms: 237550\n- text: Niehaus, my, oh my\n start_ms: 237550\n end_ms: 239080\n- text: Rest in peace\n start_ms: 239080\n end_ms: 239830\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 239830\nplain: |-\n I used to sit with my dad in the garage\n That sawdust, that Pinesol and the moss\n Around every spring when the winter thawed\n We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob\n 710 AM, no KJR, Dave Niehaus' voice would echo throughout the yard\n Couldn't have been older than ten\n But to me and my friends\n The voice on the other end might as well have been God's\n 1995, the Division Series\n Edgar's up to bat\n Bottom of the 11th inning\n Got the whole town listening\n \"Swung on and belted\", the words distorted\n \"Joey Cora rounds third\n Here comes Griffey\n The throw to the plate's not in time\n My, oh my, the Mariners win it\"\n Yes! Fireworks, they lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome\n We had just made history\n\n \"Swung on and lined down the left field line for a base hit!\n Here comes Joey! Here is Junior to third base!\n They're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be late!\n The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!\n I don't believe it! It just continues! My oh my!\"\n\n Laces woven, barley holdin' that stitch\n Creases are time amongst the grime and the grit\n Where the leather he used to pound his fists\n To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him\n Yep, tell me stories on the field, with that sun stained brim\n Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit\n Sunflower seeds back with me and my crew\n Sun burnt arms\n Big league chew\n Yeah, we were like, \"The Sandlot\" after dinner\n After practice we'd listen\n To the M's in the kitchen\n And if mom wasn't trippin'\n \"Come on dad! Please, I swear, just one more inning\"\n Voice went \"Pump, pump!\" through the system\n \"Break out the rye bread, it's grand salami time!\"\n \"My, oh my! Another victory!\"\n Yes! My city, my city\n Childhood, my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights\n\n Under that light rain, gleaming in that night game, can't stop now\n Keep moving, no break pads\n Came here to prove a point, live my life on the field\n Make history in between the base paths\n And compete against the fear that is in me\n That's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that from the mud\n The cleats that we drug through the feet\n This is that moment, and you cannot take it back, and\n I don't really collect cards anymore\n Just a box and some old cardboard\n Memories embedded in the dust\n In the fighters that age just like us\n Livin' some where off in the drawer\n This is what you make of it, yeah, we play to win\n Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium\n Fight until the day that God decides to wave us in\n Right until he waves us in\n\n It's my city, my city\n Childhood, my life\n That's right under those lights\n My city, my city, childhood\n That's right, Niehaus\n My, oh my, come on\n\n My city, my city\n Childhood, my life\n That's right under those lights\n It's my city, my city\n Childhood, my life\n Niehaus, my, oh my\n Rest in peace\n"}]