The city where my heart waits
I count it's history and stories
As my own family tales
The team in the brightest red
The Liver Bird upon their crest
Shankley, Paisley, Dagleish
The players past and present
Will have songs sung and made
For it is and always will be
The Liverpool way
To never walk alone
A city and a team
I will always belong to
A family of pride and passion
I am a kopite, a true red
Believing till the final whistle
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