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It grips me everytime Everytime I see them play 22 of them, on the field Running, tripping, sweating They move, they pass, they jump They fall, they stand, they hook And suddenly it's clear to me Its not just bout scores and stats and stuff Its about a flawless play Its not a matter of two opponents Its played by several thousands Laughing, cheering, grieving, praying You won't see anywhere else Love so pure, colours so bright Its grips my everything Everytime I see them play My beautiful game
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
My beautiful game
It grips me everytime Everytime I see them play 22 of them, on the field Running, tripping, sweating They move, they pass, they jump They fall, they stand, they hook And suddenly it's clear to me Its not just bout scores and stats and stuff Its about a flawless play Its not a matter of two opponents Its played by several thousands Laughing, cheering, grieving, praying You won't see anywhere else Love so pure, colours so bright Its grips my everything Everytime I see them play My beautiful game
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
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