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A distant Echo Of faraway voices boarding far away trains To take them home to The ones that they love and who love them forever
But we say we've got Che Adams & we got Shea Charles And we're on our way home to the Prem They'l be lining up Champagne at Cardiff in the rain Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork And we got Flynn Downes in the tube station at midnight (Who oh, oh oh oh)
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