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Back of the net, A collective roar Of instant joy, Lets get one more. We need the points To stay on top. So keep on chanting in the Spion Kop. Four wins on the trot, lets make it 5. We'll bring this city of Liverpool alive. It's now or never, We're almost there. This is the last game, This is our year. 45 minutes to go, Then the season ends. Go tell your neighbours, Go tell your friends. Join in with the chorus, Join in with the song, We are Liverpool, We are back, Right where we belong.
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Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
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Back of the net, A collective roar Of instant joy, Lets get one more. We need the points To stay on top. So keep on chanting in the Spion Kop. Four wins on the trot, lets make it 5. We'll bring this city of Liverpool alive. It's now or never, We're almost there. This is the last game, This is our year. 45 minutes to go, Then the season ends. Go tell your neighbours, Go tell your friends. Join in with the chorus, Join in with the song, We are Liverpool, We are back, Right where we belong.
My hopes for Liverpool football club winning this years premier league title in England
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Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
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