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Home, is where I want the Habs to be
Pick a game up and turn it around
I feel numb, burn with my blog heart
Guess I must be having FHFun
The less we say about crap the better
Clod makes it up as he goes along
TFS’ dogs have been found, my head’s in the sky
It's okay, I know nothing's wrong, nothing
I got plenty of online time
You got ice cream in your eyes
And you're commenting here beside me
I love the passing of blog time
Never for money, always for love
Drink up and say good night!, say good night!
Home, is where I want the Habs to be
But I guess they’re already there
Habs come home, Ginette lifted up her wings
I guess that home must be the place
I can't tell one cockroach from the other
I suck you, or you suck me?
There was a time before mclame was born
If someone asks, gone he soon will be, soon he’ll be GONE!
We drift in and out
Sing this cool tune really loud
You’re all my kind of people
You got a place here with a view
I'm just an man looking for a home
And share the same space for a minute or two
And you’ll love me till my heart stops
Love me till I'm dead from screaming GYFHG!
Habs that light it up
Carey’s eyes look through you
Cover up the high glove shots
Hit the ratface on the head
Oooooooooooooooh
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