Real Mad-kids
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Fields of muddy yesterdays
Replay in my mind
So real but so far away
The days we’ve left behind
All we needed was a space
The rest was improvised
Stray tennis ball to score with
A squint protects the goalies eyes
We didn’t have posts, a net or white lines
Linesmans flags or referees
We just had the time of our lives
And went home with muddy knees
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