Uninstall me
¶ 1
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You’ve been living in fantasy
There are things money can’t buy
Winning and goals are ecstasy
And so my best I always try
¶ 2
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Cold on the bench, i rub my palm
No praise for winning, defeat means blame
I saw you sit there in qualm
Your head was filled with list of name
¶ 3
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Good players are coming here
Here’s what you think about football
Buy all the stars, oh dear
It’s not PC game after all
¶ 4
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I am the coach, I was now
Walking tall, sacked with pride
Let the Russian show all how
Greed is something he cannot hide
¶ 5
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Just go ahead, uninstall me
Then set a new coach on new game
A new season and a new he
May to The Blues glory and fame
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