Le Boss
¶ 1
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You stand quietly just away from the shadows
The red of your scarf catches the light
And draws it down
And those football eyes shine
Unscramble the mysticism of tactics
Each lunge measured
Each trailing leg counted
Each goal scored and stored
Replayed Replayed Replayed
And now with Shankly
To be just a boy again
With your mates on The Kop
Singing your name.
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