[Intro: Dry melodic bassline, steady rhythmic guitar, vibraslap accent] [Verse 1] Another year, another dream New shirts hanging, same old theme We fixed the past, we broke the spell That’s what the headlines always tell Voices loud, the night is young Every song already sung History waits, we shake its hand Tonight it finally understands [Instrumental Break: Quirky bass solo, cowbell and vibraslap] [Pre-Chorus] We’ve got the youth, we’ve got the fire Every loss just feeds the choir Say it slow, say it proud Say it till it sounds out loud [Chorus] This year is ours, it’s finally true Best team alive, just look at you Sing it first, believe it fast We almost won, just like the last Hands up high, voices cheer Champions… maybe not this year No regrets, no souvenirs Alright then… four more years [Instrumental Break: Clean guitar scratching, dry trumpet solo] [Verse 2] New coach talks, same old tone Trust the plan, we’re almost home Stats look sharp, numbers glow On paper, we already know Final minutes, ticking clock Hope won’t move, but we still knock Someone swears we played it right Someone orders one more night [Instrumental Break: Minimalist drum beat, funky bass groove] [Bridge] It’s coming home, it’s on its way Missed the turn, delayed again Wrong stop, same excuse Still convinced we couldn’t lose Say it once, say it twice Hope survives on rolling dice Déjà vu in red and white We call it faith, we call it fight [Final Chorus] This year is ours, one last time Say it quick, don’t read the sign Best we’ve been, loud and clear Maybe not this year Sing it proud, dry the tears History’s patient, we’re sincere Pack it up, grab the beers See you in… four more years [Outro: Minimalist funky groove, dry trumpet stabs, sudden stop]
