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The Premiership is up and running
Like groundhog day we all return
To moan and groan about the prices
It seems as fans we never learn
Ah well it’s for the glory moments
Silver cups and titles won
God loves a trier I dont dispute
But all 3 points mean much more son!
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So Mighty Reds are off to La France
Exotic Monaco for sure
Where CSKA Moscow take the field
A miracle the half time score?
Ah well now Istanbul was special
But nestles in the arms of past
You’re only known by present deeds
And if you won your last match!
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The Red Sea rolls on e’re with passion
Cheers the lads and raise the roof
Come on you Mighty Reds of Anfield
Who cares if it’s “only the SuperCup”
The ghosts of Shankly Paisley Fagan
Stand on Heaven’s Terrace proud
And tho’ they live in paradise
They long to join the Anfield crowd.