Doubt and Confusion
¶ 1
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The famous Whites
Hark back to the Glory Game
When I wasn’t even around
Am I supposed to love this pain?
Because of all the past sights
Which occured on the Wembley ground
¶ 2
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They speak a different language
With names that I don’t know
“Learn the history” they say
But I am moving to and ‘fro
Discovering a new found anguish
Now everything’s not okay
¶ 3
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Maybe I should stay close to home
Forget about the Promised Land
Concentrate on the local grind
Now I have been dealt this hand
With freedom and a ticket to roam
This struggle has become a bind
¶ 4
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Take my place on the fragile stand
Aching for the action to start
I’m not listening to you my dear
The football will play its part
As it bounces to the beat of my favourite band
I can say proudly “I want to be here”
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