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• Artiste: Eddie From Ohio
• Titre: This My Town
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Ninety-five degrees on the black top I hear it’s cool on mars used to be a dirt path behind our house now just speeding european cars and it’s too hot to play ball so we sit and watch the summer fade ninety-five degrees on the black top ninety-four in the shade, yeah ninety-four in the shade well the heat was enormous it fell like a gorgeous blanket of indian clay time drifting over us, stagnant like thunderclouds pregnant and heavy with rain this my town ain’t what it used to be everything seems so much smaller than it was this my town they’re cutting down the tree where we carved out our love I can hear the buzz, buzz I can hear just what it was I can hear the buzz buzz buzz should’ve seen it comin’ back then always time for change they sent hustlin’ pete for a bundle of cash and they called it an even trade and it’s to hot to play ball leather and string frayed at the seams and the sweet hot smell of rain drenching the pavement blacktop tar now a field of dreams CHORUS la de da, dai da dai, dai dai la de da, dai da dai ninety-five degrees on the blacktop I hear it’s cool on mars used to be a dirt path behind our house now just speeding european cars