Rotation, Rotation, Rotation
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Rotation, rotation, rotation
A concept alien to our generation
Bill Shankly’s team, same as last season
Now Benitez tinkers without a good reason
¶ 2
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Players rested before they are tired
Our goal machine wonders why he was hired
Playing for places, a thing of the past
Dramas unfold with an ever-changing cast
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Chopping, changing, looking like strangers
Losing points early is fraught with dangers
This policy sees us spin out of control
And leads us away from our ultimate goal
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To be Champions again, hoping and yearning
But Rafa’s the man who’s not for turning
When the cups are gathered, next year in May
We’ll be fresh as a daisy but too far away
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