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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

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