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Bill Barilko disappeared that summer
He was on a fishing trip
The last goal he ever scored
Won the Leafs the cup
They didn't win another till nineteen sixty two
The year he was discovered
I stole this from a hockey card
I keeped tucked up under
My fifty mission cup
I worked it in
I worked it in to look like that
It's my fifty mission cup
It's his fifty mission cup
And I worked it in
I worked it in
And I worked it in to look like that
And I worked it in to look like that
Bill Barilko disappeared that summer (in nineteen fifty one)
He was on a fishing trip (in a plane)
The last goal he ever scored (in over time)
Won the Leafs the cup
They didn't win another till nineteen sixty two
The year he was discovered
In my fifty mission cup
I worked it in
I worked it in to look like that
It's my fifty mission cup
It's his fifty mission cup
And I worked it in
I worked it in
And I worked it in to look like that
And I worked it in to look like that
It's my fifty mission cup
It's my fifty mission cup
It's my fifty mission cup
It's my fifty mission cup
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