Off the field, down two flights,
Dreams of days and fear long nights.
This is where you claim your right
To win and sin and then begin
To compromise your fight.
Here, you won’t sleep tight.
You’ll strain with all your might.
For post-game comes the fright.
You are not so bright.
That you light the way
So you can stay
On the straight and narrow
Because you know
The game…
She’s almost over.
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