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Gift Grub - Dry Your Eyes Becks lyrics
One single moment you whole life can turn around
 In the distance I see Wayne Rooney falling to the ground
 Looks like he's gonna give, then looks like he's not
 But finally the referee is pointing to the spot
 It's all come down to this then, It's like everybody says
 As I stare into the eyes of Fabien Barthez
 Will I go left?, Will I go right? Haven't decided yet
 Sod it! I'll just stick the thing in the back of the bloody net
 I let go with my right boot, my whole world begins to freeze
 I'm begging the silver ball, please go in please
 I see a union jack in the air as somebody waves it
 But my whole world is in dispair cos Barthez saves it
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 Chorus
 Dry your eyes Becks
 I know it's hard to take but as I said before like
 There's plenty more games in group B
 Dry your eyes Becks
 You'll have a chance to proove yourself against the swiss on Thursday
 Or at the end of the day like, 
 It's over
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 So then the lads start looking at me as if I've commited a crime
 But we're still 1-0 up going into injury time
 The ref checks his watch and we all look at the clocks
 Then Heskey commits a foul on the edge of our box
 We all regroup and make a wall, stand there hand in hand
 There's no sign of Posh at all, anywhere in the stand#
 We all know what they're gonna do, it can only be one man
 They all call him Zizou, his name is Zindine Zidane
 I wonder if he remembers how in the tunnel I gave him a kiss
 I wonder if it'll please, please make him miss!
 But now he sticks in the net which means now we're all level
 And all I've got left are the tears of Gary NevilleGift Grub - Dry Your Eyes Becks - http://motolyrics.com/gift-grub/dry-your-eyes-becks-lyrics.html
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 Chorus
 Dry your eyes Becks
 I know it's hard to take but as I said before like
 There's plenty more games in group B
 Dry your eyes Becks
 You'll have a chance to proove yourself against the swiss on Thursday
 Or at the end of the day like, 
 It's over
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 We're all over the shop, when will the ref blow the whistle?
 We're not playing like England no more, more like Partick Thistle
 We need a pep talk, a speech, a sermon
 Cos we're not getting anything from this ref, who just happens to be German
 There he goes again, giving out a yellow card
 When suddenly the ball breaks to Steven Gerrard
 I see the hopes of a nation, all gone up in flames
 With a lunge of despairation from our keeper David James
 The referee points to the spot, 
 God I'd give you a million quid 
 If you please please make Zidane do what I did.
 But he sticks it in the net, how could I think he would miss
 Cos I'm starting to regret giving Zidane that kiss
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 Chorus
 Dry your eyes Becks
 I know it's hard to take but as I said before like
 There's plenty more games in group B
 Dry your eyes Becks
 You'll have a chance to proove yourself against the swiss on Thursday
 Or at the end of the day like, 
 It's over














