Steven Gerrard
¶ 1
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The local boy Kop Idol
Easy on the eye, picks the ball up
Like a preacher picks a psalm,
Sends it on with all its saving breath,
Spreadin’ passes like wisdom
The Sons of Spion seein’ stars
We’re makin’ dreams come true
So let him be…
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