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Hockey Lyrics Artist(Band):Jane Siberry
Sunday afternoon they're playing hockey on the river Rosie... 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 got 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... this stick was signed by Jean Belliveau so don't fucking tell me where to fucking go... oh Sunday afternoon someone's dog just took the puck he's 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 Rosie! hmm...Sunday afternoon If you find some error in Hockey Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Hockey The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics. | | ||||||||||||
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