On The Way Home. (Relegation Blues)*
¶ 1
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Try ‘n’ absorb all the knocks, on the train journey home
To avoid Michael taking, turn off the phone
To drown out the crying, put your earphones on
Relive every moment in yer nut, where it all went wrong.
¶ 2
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Hear Five Live tell you, your slim chance is dead
As late kick off fellow strugglers go three ahead
Send a short succinct message to some mates in a car
As a cute way of finding out, just how and where they are?
¶ 3
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Been up North, down South, East and West
Taken days off work, with no Sunday rest
To a North East High Noon where we sang our songs
With scant hope of survival, to come right undone.
¶ 4
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Our stars are not wanted now, sell every one
Deal out cards from the deck, as The Special hums*
Reality hurts as we kinda knew it would
We’re down, though it pains us. I’ve Pontoon. Good!
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