I wish this me in Liverpool was.

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I wish this me in Liverpool was.
The city of Liverpool, where I had become born.
Where there ain ' t not trees not scented a wind.
Do not barrier-end territories of the grain.
But waltz there many girls with superoxide.
Their warts and tan run enough.
They¡Çre six in a bed by the old head of the column.
And it is the city of Liverpool for me.

' Ties sieves long years, since I to part walk went.
Around the broad world o ' it to sails.
Me it all first journey ate foul stools chips.
That was bound for Baltimore.
I was seven patients of day, and I could not only stick.
It this coil ' and.
It the handle told me in such a way you ' better D idiom back.
For the best old city of Liverpool.

The tunnel of Mersey, the boys dug us.
The kind in ' 33. Found a hole dug in the soil at us.
To Ole Walleyes mentioned.
Then the cried comes doorman "on the exterior.
Is. "near roofs of the cases told well me you, handle, us they swam.
In the best old city of Liverpool.

They¡Çre each race and the colour of the face.
They¡Çre each kind of name.
But the pigeons on the head of the column.
They treat you already even.
And if you the high road of the parliament goes into top.
The faces the black is received to you and Bruin.
And also they me saw the oranges and green apples.
In the best old city of Liverpool.