Away
¶ 1
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Welcome all to Turners Cross
The Devils, Hornets, Barstool
I won’t be there I’m afraid
I’ll be sipping beer by the pool
¶ 2
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A well deserved break in the sun
Somewhere foreign, beyond the sea,
Sun and funshine for everyone
Underneath a shady palm tree
¶ 3
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As the wind whips across Section A
I will be well out of reach
Don’t bother thinking of me
As I’m sipping Sagres on the beach
¶ 4
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Enjoy the half time hot toddy
As I’m buried in sand by the sea
Flor Griffin there with fingers crossed
As they lose yet another TV
¶ 5
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In essence games of no importance
As the waves just lap on the shore
But if you can still feel your fingers
Don’t forget to text me the score.
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