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| It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming, football's coming home x4 Everyone seems to know the score They've seen it all before They just know, they're so sure That England's going to throw it away Gonna blow it away But I know they can play, coz I remember Three lions on a shirt, Jules Rimet still gleaming Thirty years of hurt, never stopped me dreaming So many jokes so many sneers, but all those oh-so-nears Wear you down, through the years But I still see that tackle by Moore And when Lineker scored Bobby belting the ball and Nobby dancing Three lions on a shirt, Jules Rimet still gleaming Thirty years of hurt, never stopped me dreaming I know it was then but it could be again It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming, football's coming home (repeat to fade) |
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| We still believe, we still believe, we still believe It's coming home, it's coming home It's coming home, it's coming home Tears for heros dressed in grey No plans for final day Stay in bed, drift away It could have been all songs in the street It was neary complete, it was nearly so sweet And now I'm singing Three lions on a shirt, Jules Rimet still gleaming No more years of hurt, no more need for dreaming Talk about football coming home And then one night in Rome We were strong, we had grown And now I see Ince ready for war Gazza good as before, Shearer certain to score And psycho screaming Three lions on a shirt, Jules Remit still gleaming No more years of hurt, no more need for dreaming We can dance Nobby's dance We could dance it in France It's coming home, it's coming home Football's coming home... |
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