the ‘Premier’ League
¶ 1
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The league championship
It’s our bread and butter
The record amount
Swept to the gutter
Now it’s the ‘premiership’
Like history has been erased
Celebrate our achievements…
But its got no longer got place
Who forgets the past, has no future
Liverpool fans will remind
Anyone who matching our honours
Would be an impossible find
Unparalleled success
Are we living in the past?
Well, it should be told…
18 Stars beside the crest!
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