It’s The Hope That Kills
¶ 1
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It’s the hope that kills or
– why do we always end up at the beginning?
¶ 2
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It’s such a fragile existence supporting Ingerland ,
we get sucked in by the hype, fly the flags high .
We polish the hope and dream of the glory
but it’s all a bubble, and there’s gonna be trouble .
¶ 3
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We sit on our eggshells knowing.
Fresh faces impress ,
but don’t plan attack without forming a defence .
¶ 4
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Doors left open , assassins deliver.
Beaten by teams
with more of a clue
no ‘nearly there’ penalties this time.
¶ 5
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Time to kindle the blame .
Pencils are sharpened and fingers will point .
The captain warns of a long hurt summer .
And we , the supporters , are KOd – no need to count .
¶ 6
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But why this national obsession
with pinning all onto a dream ,
when we know full well
we are far from the best ?
All were agreed we wouldn’t get far
¶ 7
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… Now the searing pain
of futile hope extinguished
– that’s the killer .
¶ 8
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So where do we go from here
the red tops will ask as always.,
¶ 9
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Back down that well trodden route
to square one
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