Did you know me
When I was there
Watched with glee
As I walked on air?
After the day was done
And all the players gone with the sun
On the Red Fields we sat and let the match run
In the mind, found how it was lost and won
You taught us how to win, how to lose
How to come back, chase the blues
Go crying to bed but wake with a smile
That lasted a while
The train's impatient horn
Told us we had to move on
For dreams have to be met head on
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