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O.M.G

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A SEASONS DREAMS BUILT ON PROMISE AND ICE CREAM
ALL SUMMER LICKING OLD WOUNDS AND SALTING NEW
FOR NEXT TERM WE HAVE THIS ULITIMATE DREAM
WE GOTTA WIN A GAME OTHERWSE ITS OUR FAULT

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 NO WIN AWAY SINCE JANUARY 17TH
THE PROBLEM IS CONTINUITY AND BREATH
THE LADS RUN WITH PASSION FOR SURE
JUST DIRECTION MAYBE THATS THE CURE

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 MOANS GROAN BLEEPIN DREAMS
SHATTERED THROUGH 4-4-2 AND SALT LICK ICE CREAMS
BITTER IS THIS TASTE OF DEFEAT
MAYBE, JUST MAYBE ITS TIME FOR A RETREAT

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 ACCEPT THE TRUTH FROM EVERYONE HERE
PUSH FOR THE WINS NOT THE BUS HOME BEER
ACCEPT THE DEFEATS AND TAKE THE PLUSES
IT SAVES MISERABLE TRIPS ON OLD SHARA COACHES.

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Notes

6 GAMES IN, NO WINS IN LEAGUE.

(FOR BRIGG TOWN)

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