Football
¶ 1
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Football is great, when you’re playing with your mates
Off you go, with the goal in your hands
Off the pitch, a free goal to them
Traffic, as the crowd join in
Bashing the ball with their heads to their toes
All in all, we are winning I suppose
Last chance to win, I think you may lose
Lighting the whole of the crowd
There cheering you on, with their noises so loud
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