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The chart finds a place on the empty wall
And every day I’ll look at the upcoming matches
Small white boxes waiting to be filled
To transform the passion into figures and facts
Look at the dates and when England are playing
To prepare for the moment when my hopes are raised
But will they be dashed like in tournaments before?
Will the only prize be just a few more caps?
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Everyone thinks they know the teams that will fall
At the first hurdle but sometimes lady luck attaches
Herself to a side that aren’t heavily billed
Money gets placed on whomever the pundit backs
To be top scorer and the goals that do his slaying
But potential threats won’t leave supporters phased
Believing their team can win it and enter folklore
Just leaving me to fill in those gaps.