Thorne In My Side
¶ 1
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He says we’ll make the play offs
He lives in cuckoo land
We might just make the bottom half
If we win our games in hand
He scored lots of goals at Cardiff
Now they’re like gold dust
He’s been sitting so long injured
His skill has turned to rust
In his cheery Canary shirt
He’s looking forward to success
Our chances of promotion
Are looking much more less
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