Leeds united and divided
¶ 1
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White is for glory
it is for eleven heroes
trooping from the quagmire of winters field
It is for the cup held high
the mad passion of the crowd
and the security it offers in numbers
cleansed from those beyond the stands
¶ 2
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White is ten thousand of us dressed in yellow and blue
singing in the streets
our rocket fuel hymns
that are beyond the law and its boredom
It is the heart beating like a drum
everytime defeat is near
every time a victory is near
and the scramble for the exits at full time.
¶ 3
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White is the colour I miss
when they turn out in a murky yellow
it is a damn good curry at Chesterfield
where they call you “Duck”
a damn good drink on the coach
a taste for success
a drowning for defeat
¶ 4
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It is avidly reading the back pages
for a brief mention of the whites
the magnificent peacocks
the invasion of small holiday towns
the pillage of cities
the sacking of the market town
mindless, senseless and sincere
white is fun for a loser
and fun for winding up friends
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