Our Anfield Home
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What dreams I’ve dreamed a thousand times
A thousand more to be
Stood with me mates and roared the names
All heroes they to me
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What tears I’ve cried a thousand times
A thousand more there’ll be
Saw Shankly proud on The Spion Kop
His spirit shining free
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Oh yes there’s been such glory days
A thousand more shall be
Before they close the old place down
And leave just memories
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The teams that built the Anfield dreams
A thousand tireless feet
All came here with a burning prayer
And set our wishes free
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Bob’s cardie hangs up on its peg
Joe’s trackie with his boots
And there with his chest puffed out with pride
Is Shanks in his Cagney suit!
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