Rushie and his heavies
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I always want to see good and bad, I want to see us
climb and fall, I want the warts and all. I want to be
there, maybe those players even care, so as the knife
went in to the hilt, I’m left with survivor guilt, I was
there for the late goal by Leicester, I wasn’t there for
the battle of Chester
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