Pen. Ultimate.
¶ 1
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Everything changes
This game of ours
No more rosettes, it’s in-play bets
massive debts
the Anfield Cat, a straying pet
with its own Twitter account on the net
¶ 2
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No more standing, we have to sit
though when the ball is sweetly hit
we rise as one like a firework lit
jumping around like lunatics
¶ 3
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One thing never changes –
A fact that cannot be ignored
¶ 4
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In the game of beauty
The pen is mightier when it’s scored
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