Gazza no more.
¶ 1
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Football in your soul,
Passion in your heart,
But you have compromised the genius of your football brain,
Trickery in your feet,
The deftness of your touch,
It’s all gone now Gazza….just memories and pain.
¶ 2
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The symptoms of fame,
Alcoholic denial,
The parasitic sycophants that call you friend,
It’s time to leave,
Please believe me,
When I say your football days are at an end.
¶ 3
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Looking through a child’s eyes,
But not listening still,
You’re convinced you can be king of the game,
It was for you,
But it’s not for you,
Go now!……don’t continue to tarnish your name.
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