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If there's a goal that everyone remembers |
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It was back in old seventy two |
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We all squeezed the stick and we all pulled the trigger |
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And all I remember is sitting beside you |
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You said you didn't give a fuck about hockey |
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And I never saw someone say that before |
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You held my hand and we walked home the long way |
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You were loosening my grip on Bobby Orr |
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Isn't it amazing anything's accomplished |
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When the little sensation gets in your way |
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Not one ambition whispering over your shoulder |
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Isn't it amazing you can do anything |
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We hung out together every single moment |
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'Cause that's what we thought married people do |
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Complete with the grip of artificial chaos |
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And believing in the country of me and you |
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Crisis of faith and crisis in the Kremlin |
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And, yeah, we'd heard all that before |
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It's wintertime, the house is solitude with options |
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And loosening the grip on a fake cold war |
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Isn't it amazing what you can accomplish |
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When you don't let the nation get in your way |
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And not one ambition whispering over your shoulder |
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Isn't it amazing you can do anything |
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Next to your comrades in the National Fitness Program |
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Caught in some eternal flexed arm hang |
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Dropping to the mat in a fit of laughter |
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Showed no patience, tolerance or restraint |
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Fireworks exploding in the distance |
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Temporary towers soar |
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Fireworks emulating heaven |
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Till there are no stars any more |
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Fireworks aiming straight at heaven |
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Temporary towers soar |
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Till there are no stars shining up in heaven |
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Till there are no stars any more |
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Isn't it amazing what you can accomplish |
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When the little sensation gets in your way |
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No ambition whispering over your shoulder |
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Isn't it amazing what you can accomplish |
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This one thing probably never goes away |
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I think this one thing is always supposed to stay |
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This one thing doesn't have to go away |
