This How Football Going To Be

This How Football Going To Be

05 January 2011

This game we call life

We all come from the same,
We come down from the mother,
An everybody warms themselves,
to a different ways,



When I look around,
Is a little hard to believe,
But everybody sometimes,
Bites the hands that feeds,



A moment to try and understand,
Another one's despair,
Remember in this game we call life,
That no one said it's fair,



When I find out all the reasons,
Maybe I'll find another way,
Find another day,
With all the changing seasons of my life,



Well I jumped into the river
Too many times to make it home
I'm out here on my own, an drifting all alone
If it doesn't show give it time



Cause I see the storm getting closer
And the waves they get so high
Seems everything We've ever known's here
Why must it drift away and die



Well I'd look right up at night
And all I'd see was darkness
Now I see the stars alright
I wanna reach right up and grab one for you



When the lights went down in your house
Yeah that made me happy
The sweat I make for you
I think you know where that comes from










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