Enough Already?
¶ 1
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The pressure’s on
It won’t be long
Till knives are sticking in
From people oh so fickle
With snide remarks and things
You’ve spent their dough
They wanna know
What you’ve planned fer team
You must get it right me son
To rise in their esteem
As shallow hacks
Get on yer back
And bellow for yer head
Before seasons even stated
Its one that you must dread?
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