Mixed Up
¶ 1
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It was Saturday
When the sky was a roof to our terraces
Not an extra for those who pay
¶ 2
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It was the working mans sport
When the net was something that bulged with goals
The world wide web meant nought
¶ 3
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It was the beautiful game
When a Brazilian was just a bloke called Pele
We waxed lyrical at the mention of his name
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