In Your Head, Do You Feel What You're Not Supposed To Feel?
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You knew straight away he'd go back.
When he got his second yellow in the group stages for time wasting. You knew.
He couldn't play in the next Champions League match. You'd always known he'd go back if there was an opportunity (and this was one to seize).
He told you three days before he was due to take the flight to England. You had to nod and pretend you hadn't pre guessed it.
You knew full well why he went there. It wasn't just to go back to Anfield. It wasn't just to see his old team play. (It definitely wasn't to be in his previous home in Liverpool. That neither of you wanted to let go of.)
There was someone special there.
And you'd always known that.
When he got his second yellow in the group stages for time wasting. You knew.
He couldn't play in the next Champions League match. You'd always known he'd go back if there was an opportunity (and this was one to seize).
He told you three days before he was due to take the flight to England. You had to nod and pretend you hadn't pre guessed it.
You knew full well why he went there. It wasn't just to go back to Anfield. It wasn't just to see his old team play. (It definitely wasn't to be in his previous home in Liverpool. That neither of you wanted to let go of.)
There was someone special there.
And you'd always known that.
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