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Feb 2016
IT HAPPENED WITH AN ARGUMENT,
A SUDDEN SCORE AT ANY SPORT,
THEN THE WEATHER'S TURNING NASTY,
NOT GOOD IF YOU'RE THE WORRYING SORT,
MY SKIN WAS CLEAR - NOT A SPOT IN SIGHT,
THEN A SUDDEN RASH GAVE ME A FRIGHT,
THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO TO STOP
A FIGHT, THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD
DO TO STOP THE BALL GOING OVER THE LINE,
SUDDENLY YOU'RE NO LONGER A FRIEND OF MINE,
NOW IT'S STORMY WHEN ONCE IT WAS FINE,
THERE WAS NO WARNING, NOT EVEN A SIGN;
I REMEMBER THE RUSH, DUST ON THE HORIZON,
I KNEW THAT GOD WAS ALL I COULD RELY ON.
Written by
TERRY REEVES  LI VERPOOL
(LI VERPOOL)   
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