Twas the night before BFE 11 and all through the house
Not a creature is sturring, not even a mouse
Yet somewhere in that silence you can hear the faint screams
Of anticipation growing, through the nite, in my dreams
Awaiting the hour, the battle begins
We step on the field now just enemies, not friends
No girlfriends no boyfriends, no husbands no wifes
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