| When I think of all the men that played
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| That took the knocks and made the grade
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| The legends that the game has made
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| I can’t believe I’m here
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| I’ll wear the gold with a sleeve of green
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| It makes me strong it makes me keen
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| And I’ll go forward like a steel machine
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| 'Til cracks in the foe appear
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| Could it be a dream
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| My father’s son that’s me
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| Humbled by the truth I am
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| A Golden Wallaby
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| And I will seize the day
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| 'Cause it belongs to me
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| I have a number on my back
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| I am a Wallaby
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| And if the ball won’t roll my way
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| No matter how I try that day
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| I won’t let my temper fray
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| I’ll fight on 'til the end
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| And I will keep a solid chin
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| 'Cause champions don’t always win
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| They’re known for coming back again
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| And we will make amends
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| Could it be a dream
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| My father’s son that’s me
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| Humbled by the truth I am
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| A Golden Wallaby
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| And I will seize the day
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| 'Cause it belongs to me
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| I have a number on my back
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| I am a Wallaby
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| Yes could it be a dream
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| My father’s son that’s me
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| I have a number on my back
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| I am a Wallaby |