Souvenirs
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Right at the back of the wardrobe
Time I had a clear out
Heaps of old programmes.
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Lost games with dead players
Somebody got fed up of them
Gave them to a nine year old.
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He is 35 and lives in New York
With no space for souvenirs
So they have shared our house.
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Can’t bag them with today’s paper
I stack them in a sort of order
The Boro, United, England, The Rest.
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When I’m certified immortal
The kids won’t have room for all this
Shall we chuck these or do you want them?
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We all have this ghost in the spare room
It can’t remember who it played for
But its dream goals duster the shelves.
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