They think this is football
¶ 1
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So they think this is football
But what would they know
The strange city types
Who’ve stolen our game
¶ 2
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They think this is football
But what do they care
That our striker cant score
And looks like a bear
¶ 3
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They think this is football
But they sit behind walls
Peering through glass
Not watching at all
¶ 4
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They think this is football
But they’ve never cried
Seen their team relegated
Felt cut up inside
¶ 5
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They think this is football
But they’ll never know
What it really feels like
When your team scores a goal.
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