Rhythm of the Game
¶ 1
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Football is the rhythm, and football is my life
Every day of every week of every year
From the stadia and stars to the experts in the bars
I will head, I will tackle, I will clear.
¶ 2
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On the terraces at City I can feel the rhythm too
As I watch the reds run out on to the grass
While I sing up for my team, in a wild promotion dream
I’ll accelerate, I’ll dummy, I will pass.
¶ 3
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Something keeps me going through the pain and through defeat
Cos I know I’ve got the magic in my soul
I can feel it in the freedom when the ball is at my feet
I will dribble, I will run, I’ll head for goal.
¶ 4
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And then back to the park again, where jumpers mark the posts
And kids become the players they adore
Now I know what I can be, with the rhythm deep in me
I will aim. I will shoot. I will score.
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