REALITY
¶ 1
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I was always a back street hero
In my mind and in my dreams
A genius in handed down boots
On rough cobbled streets
Kicking a ball against white washed goalposts
On grime stained gable ends
In the shadow of the colliery
Where later, my dreams would be buried
To be replaced by grim reality.
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