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77 Minutes

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Another season on, another ticket price rise.
They try to wrap it up in a clever disguise.
77 pound at Anfield, the cost of a seat.
They are pricing out the man on the street.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 So 77 minutes into this Saturday’s game.
We will make our position clear and plain.
On 77 minutes Kopites will leave the ground.
The club only care about the dollar and pound.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Owners come and go, once pockets are lined.
The loyal, die hard fans are being left behind.
Money is destroying the game across the land.
On 77 minutes, Liverpudlians will make a stand.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/77-minutes/