you never know how much you'll miss her, until she walks out the door.

you never knew how good you had it, till you're not in the post season store.

the days that have gone by, were like a sweet, sweet lullabye.

and now you're in the cellar, with those wet post season dreams.

 

 

post season dreams, how they haunt you,

you wish they'd go away,

just because your football team,

didn't come to play.

 

their taking down the goal posts,

and locking up the gates,

all because your football team

didn't come to play.

 

yes, all because your football team

didn't come to play.

 

'Post Season Dreams' by muddylips

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