Welcome Back
¶ 1
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It’s my world, my land, my stars
Each August when I smell that cut grass
The pitch of glory and mud-smeared kit
Dream your own ending, now this is it
¶ 2
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Anything is possible, how many points will we get
Just how many times will we hit the net
Bring on that day when its match day again
Anticipation, belonging, a longing – now, as then
The game lasts around an hour and a half
But long after the players have gone for a bath
We dissect, recollect, pick over each bone
Celebrate and revel or just have a moan
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