[troutman]

I write the songs that make the whole world sing.

Can you hear the fans Roberto?
I remember last April another sorry night like this
And the red light Roberto
You were muttering to yourself and softly stroking your long hair
I could hear the din of goal horns
And sounds of booing were coming from above

There was something in your net that night
Your eyes were white, Roberto
You were diving there for you and me
For dupery, Roberto
Though I never thought the Hawks could lose
There's no regret
If I had to laugh the same again
I would, my friend, Roberto

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