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Fortune’s always hiding

I’m forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air,

They fly so high,nearly reach the sky.

Then like my dreams they fade and die,

Fortune’s always hiding,I’ve looked everywhere,

I’m forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air.

-Chant of West Ham Football supporters


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