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IT’s that time of the season again
Fingernails ready to be bitten down to the quick
Some fans of clubs will be out celebrating
Whilst others will be depressed and feeling sick.
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So it looks like I’ll be sitting on my own
Even my son doesn’t come to games anymore
And my family are starting to question my sanity
Saying I should be locked up inside Broadmoor.
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Yet I’ll go through it all again next campaign
Because I’ll always support my beloved team
But I do wish they’d put a smile on my face
Instead of me looking like Edvard Munch’s, The Scream !