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Common Bones - Sunday League Legends (Lyrics Video)

Common Bones - Sunday League Legends (Lyrics Video) --- Rolled up late to the pitch again, Coffee in hand, half awake, half dead. Cold wind cutting through my old team shirt, But the grass and the noise kinda make it all hurt less. You’re shouting tactics like you’re Guardiola, We’re all pretending we know what that means. Someone’s hungover, someone’s already limping, But we run out anyway like we’re chasing bigger dreams. ’Cause we’ve got mud on our boots, but fire in our heads, Sunday league heroes on uneven beds. No glory, no crowds, just the sound of our names, Echoing soft through the wind and the rain. Yeah, we swear we’ll make that comeback someday, Even if no one’s counting the goals anyway. Ref’s got a whistle from the bargain bin, Calls every foul except the ones on our end. There’s a dog on the pitch and we don’t even stop, Just weave around him like he’s part of the squad. After the match, we sit by the touchline, Talking ’bout chances we totally should’ve buried. Someone cracks open a warm sideline beer, And it tastes like everything we carried. Yeah, we’ve got mud on our boots, but fire in our heads, Sunday league legends on borrowed threads. No sponsors, no scouts, just the thrill of the game, Playing for nothing but love and a name. And we swear we’ll get promoted one day, Even if the table says otherwise today. Maybe it’s chaos, maybe it’s art, Maybe it’s where we remember our hearts. In the bruises, the misses, the jokes that we keep, Yeah, this is the part that we never outgrow or out-sleep. Mud on our boots, but we don’t ever care, ’Cause the pitch feels holy when your friends are all there. No glory, no lights, just our breath in the cold, Playing for stories that someday we’ll tell when we’re old.