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As boys we dreamed and hoped to be We watched the game and chose our team Match day comes and passions rise We gather in tribes & watch from sides We’ve spent a week of misery In life & work that has to be Our only escape is on TV And hope the wife stops nagging me! - Then match day comes & passions thrive I stand and feel the bile’s rise And those I cheer are part of me The team I watch and want to be He’s off his game it angers me I shout I scream it should be me Yet they all seem to disagree But they don’t feel the pain in me Coz he’s the best there’ll ever be How dare he try to degrade me He scores a goal no good for me He should have scored already 3! - The whistle blows it comes to an end I cross the pitch he sees a friend But do I say “well done my son?” I moan at him for missing one! - What right have I to tarnish thee His garbled words his looks at me An adults fears and misery Are skills we teach too easily We fail in life but hope they’ll be The dreams we lost but yearn to see He wants to be from watching me I shout I swear accusingly The love we shared can never be We fight we scream so bitterly He sits he stares he looks at me Then turns his back forever on me!
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Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 9:15 AM UTC
Its Only A Game!!
As boys we dreamed and hoped to be We watched the game and chose our team Match day comes and passions rise We gather in tribes & watch from sides We’ve spent a week of misery In life & work that has to be Our only escape is on TV And hope the wife stops nagging me! - Then match day comes & passions thrive I stand and feel the bile’s rise And those I cheer are part of me The team I watch and want to be He’s off his game it angers me I shout I scream it should be me Yet they all seem to disagree But they don’t feel the pain in me Coz he’s the best there’ll ever be How dare he try to degrade me He scores a goal no good for me He should have scored already 3! - The whistle blows it comes to an end I cross the pitch he sees a friend But do I say “well done my son?” I moan at him for missing one! - What right have I to tarnish thee His garbled words his looks at me An adults fears and misery Are skills we teach too easily We fail in life but hope they’ll be The dreams we lost but yearn to see He wants to be from watching me I shout I swear accusingly The love we shared can never be We fight we scream so bitterly He sits he stares he looks at me Then turns his back forever on me!
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pete-marshall
English
Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 9:15 AM UTC
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