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The sun comes up |
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On a brand new day |
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A curtain call for the beautiful game |
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That we're gonna play |
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Here in the land |
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Of the rising sun |
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There'll be the best of the rest |
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But there's only one number one |
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We will be heroes |
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And we're gonna win |
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No matter what you do |
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We're never ever giving in |
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And if the end |
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Justifies the means |
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For every winner there's a broken loser |
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On the field of dreams |
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'Cause the sweet, sweet smell of victory |
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Is a long, long way from the bitter taste of defeat |
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We will be heroes |
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And we're gonna win |
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No matter what you do |
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We're never ever giving in |
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We will be heroes |
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Stop us if you can |
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Win or lose it's a blow |
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For the course of the common fan |
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And in the end |
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There's little choice in what we do |
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We all follow our hearts |
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It's the same for me and you (me and you, me and you) |
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'Cause the sweet, sweet smell of victory |
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Is a long, long way |
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From the bitter taste of defeat |
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We will be heroes |
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And we gonna win |
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No matter what you do |
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We're never ever giving in |
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We will be heroes |
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Stop us if you can |
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Win or lose it's a blow |
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For the course of the common fan |
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We will be heroes |
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And we're gonna win |
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You can do what you like |
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But we're never ever giving in |
