| Wake up in Bootle and out my gate
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| I clear Huyton by half past 8
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| Ignore the war in Warrington
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| Cause I’m up early to see my woman
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| Kiss the rings of Manchester
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| She’s the city that I prefer
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| Oldhams looms like an older brother
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| Cause I want baby to be my lover
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| As I ride across the M62 to get to you
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| Coming right across the M62 to get to you
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| Speed past fields and abandoned mills
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| As Halifax peaks through the hills
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| Won’t you be, be my human shield
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| Just like Huddersfield you won’t yield
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| As I ride across the M62 to get to you
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| Coming right across the M62 to get to you
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| Liverpool to Hull
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| Never seems to get that dull
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| As I ride across the M62 to get to you
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| Coming right across the M62 to get to you
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| Steam through Goole and the water tower
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| I’ll be at yours in half an hour
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| Turn to home but I get you there
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| Tel Aviv that anfield veins
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| Cause I’m at hers and she’s at mine
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| It’s a one way ticket but I’m not buying
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| So it’s back across the M62 to get to you
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| Coming back across the m62 to get to you
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| Coming back across the M62
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| The tricks, the line, the lights, the boys in blue
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| And I’m coming back across the M62 to get to you |