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Rubbish, it can’t be, there’s a long way to go
With a hatful of points to be won
We’re still in with a shout, haven’t given up hope
Like “The Boxer” in Paul Simons song
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The glittering prize is still our’s at this time
The sweet essence of victory lingers
Will we just give it up, after waiting so long
Let them Manc’s, pries it out of our fingers?
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Not a hope, not in hell, will we win, who can tell?
To know now, would be dead dull and blighted
While there’s still that glimmer that we’ll run out as winners
We live in the hope, that our dreams can match Man United’s!