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I remember sittin' at that house Livin' room couch Thinkin' no way them boys wouldn't win Between them big 3 pitchers Andrew and Chipper It was gonna be hard to keep up with the Joneses But as fate would have it That Atlanta magic got put out by them damn Padres And I guess destiny ain't always meant to be Kinda like you and me that day We got close, but close doesn't cut it Had a good run to end up with nothin' But a 3x5 that you hide in a drawer We swung for the fences and came up short Yeah, you win some, you lose some It ain't always home runs And that's just the way life plays If we were a team and love was a game We would have been the '98 Braves Had that whole town believin' Damn girl I even had that talk To your dad man to man But just like that season Girl you and me didn't end with a ring on a hand Letras de canciones We got close but close doesn't cut it Had a good run to end up with nothin' But a 3x5 that you hide in a drawer We swung for the fences and came up short Yeah, you win some, you lose some It ain't always home runs And that's just the way life plays If we were a team and love was a game We would have been the '98 Braves '98 Braves You win some, you lose some It ain't always home runs Girl, it coulda gone either way But if we were a team and love was a game We'd have been the '98 Braves If we were a team and love was a game We'd have been the '98 Braves '98 Braves Oh yeah girl, we'd have been the '98 Braves '98 Braves We'd have been the '98 Braves I remember sittin' at that house Livin' room couch Thinkin' no way them boys wouldn't win From Letras Mania