Suzanne Vega - In liverpool

^FmIn Liverpool on Sunday No traffic on the Avenue The light is pale and thin like you No sound, down in this part ^D#of town

Except for the ^C#9boy in the be^C#lfry He's cr^D#azy, he's throwing him^Cmself Down from the ^Fmtop of the t^Fm7ower ^C#9 Like a hu^C#nchback in he^D#aven He's ringing the b^Cmells in the church For the l^Fmast half an h^Fm7our ^C#9 He so^C#unds like he's mis^D#sing something Or some^Cmone that he knows he c^Fman't H^D#ave n^C#ow and if he i^D#sn't I certainly ^Fmam

^FmHomesick 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 on their history ^D#

And the ^C#9boy in the be^C#lfry He's cr^D#azy, he's throwing him^Cmself Down from the ^Fmtop of the t^Fm7ower ^C#9 Like a hu^C#nchback in he^D#aven He's ringing the b^Cmells in the church For the l^Fmast half an h^Fm7our ^C#9 He so^C#unds like he's mis^D#sing something Or some^Cmone that he knows he c^Fman't H^D#ave n^C#ow and if he i^D#sn't I certainly ^Fmam ^{G# C# D#}

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^FmI'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 Liverp^Fmool on Sunday No reason to even remember you ^D#now

Except for the ^C#9boy in the be^C#lfry He's cr^D#azy, he's throwing him^Cmself Down from the ^Fmtop of the t^Fm7ower ^C#9 Like a hu^C#nchback in heav^D#en He's ringing the b^Cmells in the church For the l^Fmast half an h^Fm7our ^C#9 He so^C#unds like he's mis^D#sing something Or some^Cmone that he knows he c^Fman't H^D#ave n^C#ow and if he i^D#sn't I certainly ^Fmam ^{G# C# D#}

^FmIn Liverpo^G#ol ^{C# D# Fm}In Liverpo^G#ol ^{C# D#}