[00:05.580]In Liverpool
[00:07.970]On Sunday
[00:13.060]No traffic
[00:16.090]On the avenue
[00:20.050]The light is pale and thin
[00:23.340]Like you
[00:27.080]No sound, down
[00:31.570]In this part of town
[00:35.850]Except for the boy in the belfry
[00:39.500]He's crazy, he's throwing himself
[00:41.600]Down from the top of the tower
[00:44.260]Like a hunchback in heaven
[00:47.120]He's ringing the bells in the church
[00:52.500]For the last half an hour
[00:54.350]He sounds like he's missing something
[00:56.150]Or someone that he knows he can't
[00:58.820]Have now and if he isn't
[01:03.260]I certainly am
[01:08.340]Homesick for a clock
[01:12.140]That told the same time
[01:16.650]sometimes you made no sense to me
[01:20.940]if you lie on the ground
[01:25.940]in somebody's arms
[01:30.410]you'll probably swallow some of their history
[01:38.190]
[01:39.920]And the boy in the belfry
[01:41.870]He's crazy, he's throwing himself
[01:45.000]Down from the top of the tower
[01:48.770]Like a hunchback in heaven
[01:51.010]He's ringing the bells in the church
[01:53.570]For the last half an hour
[01:55.980]He sounds like he's missing something
[01:58.700]Or someone that he knows he can't
[02:02.110]Have now and if he isn't
[02:04.870]I certainly am
[02:08.890]
[02:27.600]I'll be the girl who sings for my supper
[02:31.660]You'll be the monk whose forehead is high
[02:38.860]He'll be the man who's already working
[02:46.860]Spreading a memory all through the sky
[02:53.560]
[02:56.520]In Liverpool
[02:58.740]On Sunday
[03:02.580]No reason to even remember you now
[03:09.100]
[03:12.190]Except for the boy in the belfry
[03:14.610]He's crazy, he's throwing himself
[03:16.950]Down from the top of the tower
[03:20.470]Like a hunchback in heaven
[03:22.670]He's ringing the bells in the church
[03:25.480]For the last half an hour
[03:28.560]He sounds like he's missing something
[03:30.880]Or someone that he knows he can't
[03:34.550]Have now and if he isn't
[03:38.330]I certainly am
[03:40.480]
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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
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
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 told 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
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
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
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
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
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