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We want to pull Anfield down they said,
And raise her to the ground,
They want to destroy our Red and White Kop,
Her bricks would come crashing all around,
Our magnificent home is too small they said,
They want to pull down Shanklys gates,
We need more people on seats they said,
For that they could not wait.
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They would fill our history with new build,
They would have teared at her red soul,
Just to earn more money when our plastic new stadium was filled,
The bulldozers got ready to roll.
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And now the muppets have gone,
But the story goes on,
Please leave our temple alone,
We are still the Reds,
And our passion is not dead,
The bitters will not share our home.
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And what about our history?
All the ghosts of matches past?
And Shankly, Bob and Emlyn who still “Walk on” Anfields grass?
And our 96 Red angels who still watch us on match days?
Please dont rip out her heart,
She was here at the start,
THERE MUST BE ANOTHER WAY.