| My heart it gets so heavy
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| by the end of May,
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| but when it gets to August
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| you know I’ll feel okay.
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| I didn’t choose to be born here,
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| it’s just a freak of birth,
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| but before I die here
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| I wanna kiss that turf.
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| Cause it’s a long, long way from Liverpool,
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| where the boys go crazy and the girls are cool,
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| and no one sings like the Kop can do.
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| We love you.
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| The bread’s on the table,
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| the car’s in the drive.
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| But I don’t wanna stay here,
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| I just wanna survive.
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| I know I’ll never walk alone
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| and my favourite colour’s red,
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| as long as I’m so far away
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| I may as well be dead.
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| Cause it’s a long, long way from Liverpool,
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| where the boys go crazy and the girls are cool,
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| and no one sings like the Kop can do.
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| Yes it’s a long, long way from Liverpool,
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| where the girls say no, but they always do,
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| and no one sings like the Kop can do.
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| We love you. |