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We happy Fleet,
We band of supporters.
For he today, that sings out loud with me,
Shall be a true supporter, who has travelled miles.
This day shall live forever in Fleet tradition,
And fans in England, now at home
Shall think always with regret, they were not here
And will hold their breaths in awe
While Lord Chas speaks
Of those that sing with us
On quarter-final day.
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