they seek them over there
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we seek the fanarbache
we seek them over there
we seek them through their whistling
they can score and we dont care
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we’re not the Mona Lisa
or David or the Pope
we’re just a jobbin’ football club
we always work on hope
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Even though the paint has dried
The pigments have all faded
They will return to the Shed
A loss cant be evaded
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So all you unique diamonds
That are part of the Blues Clan
You will always be a loner
Thats part of Avram’s plan!
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At the Chelsea Oak
We’re the standard joke
But going to the Bridge next week
Will turn it round – I hope!!!!
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It’s Ballet they are looking for….
Entertainment & surprise
But I just want the Blues to win
Its passion not just pride………………?
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Maybe it’s because I’m a Pensioner
That I live in Cotswold Vale
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