| 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, eh?
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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 |