Текст песни In Liverpool (intro/narrative) (live) - Suzanne Vega
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
In
Liverpool
In
Liverpool
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