Annakin Slayd - 25 Feels A Little Like 93 lyrics

I believe that it's meant to be And it feels a little like '93 With failing hands we hold it high And raise number 25 to the sky I believe we're right in the mix and it Feels a little like '86 With failing hands we hold it high And raise number 25 to the sky Here's a rap from the cradle of organized sports Where we come together for a common cause I remember number 24 Cheers busting out every house, every home Hard to believe it was so long ago And I know we got a long, long way to go But I believe this city's got a chance to cop it So I bust my Komisarek shirt and rock it Spoke to the ghost of the Rocket Told me once the wheels are in motion can't stop it Yeah, I thought back to that ten minute O When his tear drops blessed the Bell Centre floor Put a lot of thought to what I'd rhyme about How can I wrap my mind around? Locking number 25 down There has never been a better time than now I believe that it's meant to be And it Feels a little like '93 With failing hands we hold it high And raise number 25 to the sky I believe we're right in the mix and it Feels a little like '86 With failing hands we hold it high And raise number 25 to the sky Let's party all night for the red, blue and white And shine bright like the Place Ville Marie lights It's been a hundred years, 1909 And in a quarter of that time we've paraded with pride And if this year we win number 25 You can bet there'll be elated celebrating city-wide Yeah, once in a while I pa** by the Big O And think since we lost our team we haven't been exposed So I climb the tower, raise a gla** up to the 'Spos Then I snatch the torch and pa** it to the ghosts I know this 25th crusade won't fail And we'll be sipping from the holiest of grails, Yeah Sometimes it's by the numbers we're defined 23, 11, 27, 10 and 9 And maybe number one if you're seeing the signs Because this year I'm seeing and believing twenty-five...