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Jane Siberry - Hockey lyrics
winter time and the frozen river sunday afternoon they're playing hockey on the river rosy... he'll have that scar on his chin forever someday his girlfriend will say hey where... he might look out the window...or not you skate as fast as you can 'til you hit the snowbank(that's how you stop) and you get your sweater from the catalogue you use your rubber boots for goal posts ah...walkin' home don't let those sunday afternoons get away get away get away get away break away break away break away break away this stick was signed by jean belliveau so don't fucking tell me where to fucking go... on sunday afternoon someone's dog just took the puck-he buried it it's in the snowbank...your turn they rioted in the streets of montreal when they benched rocket richard it's true... don't let those sunday afternoons get away get away get away get away break away break away break away break away the sun is fading on the frozen river the wind is dying down someone else just got called for dinner rosy hmm...sunday afternoon |
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