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Flying

アーティスト:Stan Rogers  アルバム:From Fresh Water 

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It was just like strapping 'em on and starting again, Coaching these kids to the top, and calling them men. I was a third round pick in the NHL And that's three years of living in hell, And going up flying, and going home dying. My life was over the boards and playing the game, And every day checking the papers and finding my name. My dad would go crazy when the scouts would call; He'd tell me that I'd have it all Ninety nine of us trying, only one of us flying. And every kid over the boards listens for the sound; The roar of the crowd is their ticket for finally leaving this town To be just one more hopeful in the Junior A, Dreaming of that miracle play,


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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