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It’s not the friendliest place
Despite the posters around the ground
The pack moves together
Keeps close and no one
And I mean no one is allowed
To even say “Hello”
And if you are lost
Forget it
Just take a seat if you can find one
And if Peter Reid is sat in it
Just shrug and bag down on the steps
Until some kind steward finds a space
And you take notes half frozen to death.
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