Counting Down To The Hour
¶ 1
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The hour draws ever near
Throats find it hard to swallow
Swift rises in tension and fear
No longer time to wallow.
¶ 2
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That can all come later
If we fall apart tonight
The cup to make us greater
A win and its in our sight.
¶ 3
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The line-ups yet to be known
The enemy they want to surprise
On a battleground to hone
Skills that demand cries.
¶ 4
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The run has already started
Giants are neck and neck
Neither goes in half-hearted
All hands are on deck.
¶ 5
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Electric air and shockwaves
Tearing through the turf
Shooting, hidden in this cave
That glitters the football surf.
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