We Could Be Heroes
¶ 1
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With the phantom of the opera
In command at the back
We ride out an onslaught
To get dreams back on track.
¶ 2
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Joey Cole looks like a new man
With instruction to go out and ….play
Unshackled from a doubled up full back
In a system where such skill was a waste.
¶ 3
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Joey wasn’t sure if he toed in the leveller
Who cares? As long it stands
As the camera zoomed in on an ecstatic Roman emperor
Cheering and clapping his hands
¶ 4
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Ricky ended up with a golf ball
There on the side of his nut
But sees off the hurting to answer the call
No way was he gonna come off.
¶ 5
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That exquiste Cole pass gliding over the grass
Pinpointed to just need a touch
From a bang in form striker who acts like he might
Sometimes look like he’s doing his nut.
¶ 6
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What can we say of the DiD man
Who lead us alone from the front?
As he cracked in the winner
We sat eating our dinner
Which was dumped on the ground
When we jumped!
¶ 7
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For this one supporter
A slice of humble pie’s in order
After the way that I’ve slated me team.
¶ 8
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But after great nights like this
All of that’s in the wind
As we’re right back on track with a win!
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