Lost: Presumed Missed
¶ 1
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When you were airbrushed faces
On newspaper pages
We could only look at you
¶ 2
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When you were ten men
You began to fight then
And we were with you
¶ 3
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You lost on penalties
The polite English mentality
Can’t shoot to kill
¶ 4
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You gave everything
And were left with nothing
At last it feels like we’re on the same side
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