Last night you broke my heart.
I understand it wasn’t Anfield,
It didn’t mean it wasn’t your field,
Rafael with all your might,
The well in my eyes I couldn’t fight,
Last night you broke my heart.
Torres the stud you could not field,
So that torrents would be our yield,
The stout flowed freely after the rout,
Now I am browbeat ‘bout the next bout,
Last night you broke my heart.
You will never walk alone,
On condition you keep the tone,
Twenty years waiting for one,
A long time even for a heart of gold,
And now it takes all that is bold,
To say last night you broke my heart.
Couldn’t you find the tool?
A couple of boys you could not fool?
Now am blank on all words cool,
My time will no longer accrue,
To any team with a name Liverpool,
Last night you broke my heart.
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