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Every match is the same,
The fun, the anger, the pain,
Football boots and turf,
More trouble than it’s worth.
As I get kicked up to the sky
I think why oh why
Do I have to suffer the pain in the wind and rain.
I wish I could be a member of the team,
I still remember that one day it will all end
And then I can rest and mend.
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