Lowestoft Town FC
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They could almost taste the champagne
dance on their lips like sherbet fizz
But hopes and mouths dried up to dust
That’s just how football is
¶ 2
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All level until injury time
No more nerves left to fray
A trophy almost in their hands
‘tiil Fate snatched it away
¶ 3
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A controversial winning goal
left Lowestoft Town in despair
Hearts sank as the whistle blew
They could only stand and stare
¶ 4
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It only takes a second to score a goal
Just a second to concede
If your team has scored only once
A second is all your opponents need
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