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stefan_.vg :

House music, packet and a roast no one does it like us 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

ruben :

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Ian :

For the Three Lions We weren’t just watching football, We were holding on to hope. For ninety minutes, every heart Was tied together by a single dream. Some stayed awake through the darkest hours, Eyes heavy, but spirits alive. Because there are nights you don’t sleep for— You remember them forever. When England scored, It wasn’t just the roar of a crowd. It was every child who ever kicked a ball, Every parent who believed, Every grandparent who whispered, “Maybe this is our year.” Win or lose, we’ll wear the badge with pride. We’ll sing until our voices fade, Stand until our legs grow tired, And believe until the very last whistle. For being English isn’t measured by trophies. It’s measured by loyalty— By never giving up, By always coming back, By daring to dream one more time. So let the world hear our song. The Three Lions still roar. And as long as there is hope in our hearts, England will never walk alone.