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Lyric
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Let me tell you the story of a poor boy
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Who was sent far away from his home
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To fight for his king and his country
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And also the old folks back home
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So they put him in a highland division
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Sent him off to a far foreign land
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Where the flies flew around in their thousands
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And there's nothing to see, but the sand
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And the battle, it started the next morning
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Under the Libyan sun
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I remember that poor Scouser Tommy
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Who was shot by an old Nazi gun
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As he lay on the battlefield dying
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With the blood gushing out of his head
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As he lay on the battlefield dying
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These were the last words he said
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"Oh, I am a Liverpudlian,
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I come from the Spion Kop
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I like to sing, I like to shout,
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I go there quite a lot
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We support a team that plays in red, a team that we all know
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A team that we called Liverpool,
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To glory we will go
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We've won the league, we've won the cup,
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And we've been to Europe too
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We played the Toffees for the laugh,
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We left them feeling blue"
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One two,
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One two three,
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One two three four,
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Five nil!
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Rush scored one
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Rush scored two
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Rush scored three
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And Rush scored four
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Na na na na, na na na, na na na
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All you need is Rush x3
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Rush, Rush is all you need
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