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"Good evening sports fans and welcome to what should prove to be the best game of the year. Hello everyone, I'm johnny bigmouth, welcoming you to the final game of the world championship. We're expecting to see one helluva game tonight, There's no love lost between these two teams. Each drawing endless amounts of penalties: We've had fights, cheap shots, name calling - everything we could ask for... So now, we take you live and play... the game". |
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You gave it your all, you gave all you've got |
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You reached for the limit, you pushed till you dropped |
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You scratched and you clawed, you spilled out your guts |
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You gave them your oath and you signed it in blood |
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Bent over backwards, your body is sore |
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You gave them your life but they still wanted more |
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You carry the load, you dig deep inside |
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Blood, sweat and tears till the day that you die |
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The game... betrayed |
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This is how you get repaid |
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They're playing with your mind, they're playing with your head |
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How do you like your meal when you're being force fed |
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This is how you get repaid... the game |
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You crash and you burn, you've stood at the top |
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You faced all the pressure and took the cheap shots |
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Your body keeps dying, wealth is the gain |
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You fought all the battles and played through the pain |
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You scratch at the scabs, you swear when you bleed |
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You laughed at the stitches and lost your front teeth |
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Go through the therapy, break all your bones |
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Then comes the trade, you buy/sell your home "Oh my... what a hit! did you see that? unbelievable... That's gotta hurt. The abuse this boy takes night after night, and he's still putting on quite a show for the fans. This guy is worth every penny he makes... I tell ya... that's gotta hurt..." |
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You talk of the glories and memories gone past |
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A brilliant career though it could never last |
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You're down and you're bitter, your rings are in hock |
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There's pins in your knees and you limp when you walk |
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You take all the pills, make the pain go away |
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You've lost all your wealth but your agent's ok |
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Your children have left you, your wife did the same |
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Look what it got you, but man he could sure play the game |