Honest Chants

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When you're Lovren in a storm, hoof the ball up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm, there’s no golden sky
And no sweet, silver song of a lark
Jog on through the wind
Jog on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown
Jog on, jog on
With no hope in your heart
And you’ll always walk alone
You’ll always walk alone
Jog on, jog on
With no hope in your heart
And you’ll always walk alone
You’ll always walk alone