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In Liverpool
Luciano Pavarotti
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In Liverpool on Sunday
No traffic on the avenue
The light is pale and thin like you
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No sundown in this part of town
Except for the boy in the belfry, he's crazy
He's throwing himself down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in Heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church for the last half an hour
And he sounds like he's missing
Something or someone that he knows he can't have now
And if he isn't, I certainly am
Homesick for a clock that tolled the same time
Sometimes you made no sense to me
If you lie on the ground in somebody's arms
You'll probably swallow some of their history
And the boy in the belfry, he's crazy
He's throwing himself down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in Heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church for the last half an hour
And he sounds like he's missing
Something or someone that he knows he can't have now
And if he isn't, I certainly am
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I'll be the girl who sings for my supper
You'll be the monk whose forehead is high
He'll be the man who's already working
A spider of memory all through the sky
In Liverpool on Sunday
No reason to even remember you now
Except for the boy in the belfry, he's crazy
He's throwing himself down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in Heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church for the last half an hour
And he sounds like he's missing
Something or someone that he knows he can't have now
And if he isn't, I certainly am
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In Liverpool
In Liverpool
In Liverpool
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