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Looking for feedback on this song i started today.
The words will come for the rest of the song in time to give the song some coherent meaning I hope lol.

We finally did it. No players over 23 allowed in the team, no manager over 50. After nearly 100 seasons we got there in the end, thanks to the king bottlers giving up a 5 point lead with 2 games to go. Here is the beautiful team that brought it home for us! Vamos.

We have had a big turnaround since S40c although we are experiencing our second GK crisis our team is good enough to stay in the prem. the revolving door of management has continued due to the club having to transfer list some of their best players each season. The future is looking promising, as it always has but we only have our eyes on one prize, let’s bring home the premier league baby.

The team has seen steady growth. However a recent goalkeeper crisis has affected the club, after not receiving any quality goalkeepers through the youth development. Critics may point at my shortlist of 30 goalkeepers over the age of 30 that I could’ve signed but I’m here to prove them wrong. Back down to league 2 we go with our first relegation and first set back. D(onald) Glover remains my most capped player. Who had to go through the worst years in the clubs history after seeing all of his elders released, but fortunately it gave him the game time he wouldn’t have had otherwise. Time to rebuild and regroup and push back up the pyramid again

Started a new save where I can’t have any players older than 23 and my manager can’t be older than 50… let’s see how it goes. Will update in next few days. All players released/ sold at start of save older than 23 and replaced with youth team

With Walter’s in the starting 11 thats 7/11 99 and the rest and bench 98. Just sharing this team, and wondering if a full 99 team is possible, definitely something I’m going to try to achieve on this safe

What the lyrics are/supposed to be

Your lighting up like a Molotov
Burning holes in my attention
And I just keep drifting off

Red in my cheeks as you’re topping up my gin
Placing thoughts in my head that you can only imagine

I’ll soon be hanging off the wall
But I wanna hear what you’re wrong about (yeah)
A face full of dirt for a chance to have a (curt) (Irish slang for trying to get with someone)
And a chance that I can call you mine

Don’t you want it
Won’t you give your hand to me
Your so hypnotic
When did it get so hard to breath

Don’t you want it
Don’t you like what we could be
I’m too neurotic
Oh won’t you give your hand to me