It’s not my fault
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It’s not my fault…
I was born with no arm,
But I can still save a shot without any harm.
It’s not my fault…
I have no hair,
But if you take the mick
I won’t really care!
So maybe you’re a better footballer than me,
But you don’t have to turn to violence to beat me.
It’s not my fault…
I have no leg,
But I’ve still got a brain inside my head.
So why do we have to suffer when inside we are all football lovers.
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