1.Liar, My Dear
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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