A bonus shot at glory
Two more games, maybe three
And at the end maybe one last trip to avenge
The ghosts of Wembley
Standing on the edge of the future
No longer a fever dream
And everyone hoping for a fairytale
Something never before seen
A chance to rewrite history
A chance to stake a claim
A chance to give viewing public
A reason to remember the name
From the ashes of doom and despair
Came the blooming of flowers anew
And one by one people came flooding
To see what a new team could do
So buckle up now for the next two
Who knows where our future might be?
A bonus shot at glory
Two more games, maybe three
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