It is comming home

It's coming home, It's coming home, It's coming, World's coming home Everyone seems to know the score, They've seen it all before, They just know, They're so sure, That Europe's Gonna throw it away, Gonna blow it away, But know they can play, 'Cause I remember Fnatic on a shirt, Paul Boyer still gleaming, Seven years of hurt, Never stopped me dreaming. So many jokes, so many sneers, But all those oh-so-nears, Wear you down, Through the years, But I still see that ult by Caps, And when Rekkles aced, Mads belting the buff, And Bwipo Dancing Fnatic on a shirt, Paul Boyer still gleaming, Seven of hurt, Never stopped me dreaming. It's coming Fnatic