Awaiting Fortress Anfield
¶ 1
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1-1 draws are getting boring,
the last two games have had me snoring,
the only thing not worth ignoring,
are penalty decisions we’re all abhoring.
¶ 2
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There’s no way we’re getting beat,
no way we will taste defeat,
when we play so fluid with the ball at our feet,
Anfield is where we’ll meet.
¶ 3
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I tell you that I am not phased,
as long as the referee behaves,
We will score goals, we will make saves,
Will get the result all gooners crave.
¶ 4
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And now I say Bring on the Kop,
we beat Milan and will not stop,
we’re flying high, not about to drop,
we’re Arsenal and we’ll come out on top.
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