Anfield roar
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They prickle on the back of my neck
Carra comes first, then come the rest
here we go two thousand and eleven two thousand and twelve
top four at best we dare to delve
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King Kenny’s here, smiles all around
I just love this special Scouser ground
walk alone we sing precisely
the atmosphere we take lightly
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here we go kick off comes
Kuyt to Suarez the game begun
Mackems sing with fear and joy
but the Kop end roar is back,
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