A Song For Sports

The Russian Futurists

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    You're a hand written goodbye,
    A buzzer shot from the good guys
    That missed the net, the coach says "good try,
    It's o.k. to lose sometimes"

    And he means well with what he's saying
    But we've been losing day out, day in
    It makes us wonder why we're playing,
    It's time to throw in the towel

    And how I hate our skipping record
    It makes our problems seem double-deckered,
    Intertwined and plaid and checkered,
    Oh what a pattern we've weaved

    We've got hearts as tough as leather
    Whose combined forces change the weather
    To lovely snow when we're together,
    We'll freeze the whole world over

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    And start an earth-wide hibernation
    And seek refuge in weather stations
    To form theories and calculations
    For troubles that we're facin'

    All of this white is extra stunning,
    We'll survive on wits and charm and cunning,
    You're my food for thought so who needs hunting?
    It's all we need right here

    Water flows,
    The birds crow,
    The wind blows,
    The sky turns to gold

    The tides roll,
    Diamonds turn to coal,
    Music loses its soul,
    Under your control

    And you've done things that others tried to
    And left your loves and lives behind you,
    You stole the world's heart and that means mine too,
    What kind of pull have you got?

    You're a hand written goodbye,
    A buzzer shot from the good guys
    That missed the net, the coach says "good try,
    It's o.k. to lose sometimes"

    And he means well with what he's saying
    But we've been losing day out, day in
    It makes us wonder why we're playing,
    Throw in the towel

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    Composición: Matthew Adam Hart

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