Coin
¶ 1
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Early morning mist clears,
Leaving a blue tide
Descending on the city.
¶ 2
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Glasgow moves to Manchester.
Trams and buses
Ring with tribal chants.
¶ 3
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Parks and gardens
are vibrant
With Glasgow blue.
¶ 4
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Pre match beers
Relax the fans
Sunning themselves in the city centre.
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The game begins
¶ 6
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Early morning mist clears
Leaving a dark tide
Of bottles, cans and fans.
¶ 7
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Glasgow goes home.
Trams and buses
Carry subdued warriors.
¶ 8
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Parks and gardens
Are littered
With the drunks of the night.
¶ 9
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Post match beers
Turn to riots,
As fans destroy a city centre.
¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Game over.
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