Deflated? Nah Not Really.
¶ 1
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All the fighting talk is over
Whilst the egos have gone home
And the bloke they left to the preying press
Sits indoors, beside a silent phone.
¶ 2
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The smug stars in their mansions
Make out that they’re sad
After being offered a kings ransom
To win one vital match.
¶ 3
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“If the injured blokes had played
I’m sure we would have won”.
No we wouldn’t and the truth is mate
We just ain’t good enough!
¶ 4
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Croatia should have murdered us
Knocked us down and stopped us in our tracks
Anything else would have been a put up job
That would barely hide the cracks!
¶ 5
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They talk the fighting talk like men
These egos we’ve made rich
But as before, they once again
Delude us on the pitch!
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