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Text: Millencolin. Entrance At Rudebrook.

The joy and the pain, it's all in the game
but right now the joy's far away
we're gonna take it back to how it was before now
so what if we're last, so what if we're gone
you're waiting for that day, but I know it won't come
we've reached the bottom and now we're just looking forward

For twelve years I've been down
but I'm not whining, I'm still smiling
I'm still around every night

every Sunday or Wednesday I'll be there
with all the other folks biting those nails
and some of us I know that we would die for you
maybe you think it's just cause I have my smartcard
but forget that pall, tell you what
we're in it and we're in it to win it

so many hours spent in that building
and all the memories divine
just a few more seasons, then we'll be back