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The rainfall in Morecambe embitters me It fucks my hair and stings my cheeks But you know that I am fond of you And all the things we're yet to do
Procrastination pay no heed of time Pursue romance and beak and wine But you know that I am fond of you And all the things you claim you'll do
You will meet her by the statue And you? ll tell her what she wants to hear Don't you know that young hearts bruise so easily? And you sound like Billy Liar, my dear
Local girl put your heart in his hands Should it fall apart understand You know that I am fond of you And all the things that we will never do
You will meet her by the statue And you'll tell her what she wants to hear Don? t you know that young hearts bruise so easily? And you sound like Billy Liar, my dear
HER HEART
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