In Liverpool On Sunday No traffic On the avenue The light is pale and thin Like you No sound, down In this part of town Except for the boy in the belfry Hes crazy, hes throwing himself Down from the top of the tower Like a hunchback in heaven Hes ringing the bells in the church For the last half an hour He sounds like hes missing something Or someone that he knows he cant Have now and if he isnt I certainly am Homesick for a clock That told the same time sometimes you made no sense to me if you lie on the ground in somebodys arms youll probably swallow some of their history And the boy in the belfry Hes crazy, hes throwing himself Down from the top of the tower Like a hunchback in heaven Hes ringing the bells in the church For the last half an hour He sounds like hes missing something Or someone that he knows he cant Have now and if he isnt I certainly am Ill be the girl who sings for my supper Youll be the monk whose forehead is high Hell be the man whos already working Spreading a memory all through the sky In Liverpool On Sunday No reason to even remember you now Except for the boy in the belfry Hes crazy, hes throwing himself Down from the top of the tower Like a hunchback in heaven Hes ringing the bells in the church For the last half an hour He sounds like hes missing something Or someone that he knows he cant Have now and if he isnt I certainly am In Liverpool [X2] youtu.be/0df0racc3vk
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