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Champions At Last Lcfc

Champions of England, who'd have guessed, That of all the big teams we'd've played the best? Not Chelsea or Arsenal or Manchester Teams, Just little old Leicester with faith, hope and dreams. Though barely known and under-rated, This team was was blessed and as heroes fated. So with the title won, what have we learned? Leagues can't be bought they must be earned! And who'd be brave enough to bet, That the amazing tale's not finished quite yet. A champions league? A Cup? A League? Who knows what's next such great intrigue. Us fans will chant and cheer and dance, Whilst Garry does MOTD in his pants. My team may never again be this high, But come what may I'm Leicester till I die.

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