Nothing Came Easy
¶ 1
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Nothing came easy, 15/4/89 the date.
For every bit of truth, they made us wait.
Stuck together like glue, skilled in lying.
The first lie was told as fans were dying.
¶ 2
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Duckenfield said fans stormed the Gate.
‘Ticketless, drunken fans, arriving late’
Some media lapped it up, mainly The Sun.
Everlasting damage to our City was done.
¶ 3
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On mass, the fuckers threw their mud.
And would it stick…they knew it would?
Heartless corruption from the very top.
Tears and flowers took over The Spion Kop.
¶ 4
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They took on the wrong City, red and blue.
Because so many blues, they suffered too.
Nothing came easy, but we endlessly fought.
Every cheating liar, we eventually caught.
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