Dying to go to the match
¶ 1
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Well, the day’s arrived.
A damp Saturday morning
An early kick-off
Team colours all around you,
And you’ve got yours,
Proudly round your shoulders,
Showing the lads you care.
A few mates
A few drinks
A few laughs.
¶ 2
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The only problem
Is that you and your mates are Reading fans
And their colours
Are not made of wood
Or coffin shaped.
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