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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.

Notes

6 GAMES IN, NO WINS IN LEAGUE.

(FOR BRIGG TOWN)

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