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Football Not Coming Home
Standing on the shoulder's of giant's Where we over reliant To place our faith in the footballing God's When the final whistle drew deep intakes of breath And the crowd stood silent Our race was run And the scoreline revealed we had sadly not overcome For us the end had come And joy was undone replaced by tear's No more beer's to throw Nothing left to cheer It is as we feared Another opportunity missed another clenched fist Why does our failure so peresist Why is the knife always stuck firmly in our back Is this ever destined to be our lot in life Never the wife always the bridesmaid Back to work for me even though I took of Friday Feels like 1 step forward 2 steps sideways You never know but your gut always feels And has learnt how to deal with bad luck And boy does it suck having coming unstuck once again And it comes as little consolation how close we came again Say what you will we failed again All is left is to take our medicine like men And to drink ourselves into a stupor again No 1 likes a sore loser So raise a glass and may this toast come pass That 1 day in the not to distant future Our day will surely come And football will finally come home
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