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fauves, the - borg كلمات أغنية

borg lost his direction in stardom
and the satellite circuit is the only way back
but this route holds little appeal to someone who has tasted the fruit
two weeks of practice and the backhand would be as solid as it ever was
taking into account that he never had a great flamboyance about that style
but the forehand is all shot to ribbons
and the nerve and the calm and the icy blank nordic stare are all gone
they are no longer there, it’s a power game now
and the will to win just went by the wayside
oh for the days when the game was played
on grass and clay not rebound ace or plexipave
and giants strode the courts with fire in their chest
shaking hands across taut cold war nets
and in the end, could still look each other in the eye
and know there was no compromise in doing so
the game is not the same, but human nature is
and that’s why borg lost his way

- fauves the

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