When The Talking Stops
¶ 1
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The time for talking’s nearly done
we’re at Turf Moor tonight.
I hope and pray we play O.K
and the Burnley lads play shite.
¶ 2
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The pre-match hype has run its course
the Whites have come to town.
I hope our keeper’s nowt to do
and theirs’ plays like a clown.
¶ 3
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I hope like Blackburn we go nap
and Burnley fail to score.
But most of all I hope we don’t
see a boring nil all draw.
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