| I bought myself a liarbird
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| He came with free drinks just to blur
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| The lies falling out like rain
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| On an average English summer’s afternoon
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| I bought myself a new notebook
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| Sharpened my guitar and went to look
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| If this biz was just as bongo
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| As the liarbird made out
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| All he would say
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| Is, «I can make you famous''
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| All he would say
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| All he would say
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| «Just like a household name'' is
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| All he would say
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| Methinks world is for you
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| Made of what you believe
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| If it’s false or it’s true
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| You can read it in your Bible
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| Or on the back of this record sleeve
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| I bought myself a liarbird
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| Things got more and more absurd
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| It changed to a cuckoo
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| And expanded filling up with all I gave
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| I bought myself a big mistake
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| He grew too greedy, bough will break
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| And then we will find that liarbirds
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| Are really flightless on their own
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| And all he would say
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| Is, «I can make you famous''
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| All he would say
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| All he would say
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| «Just like a household name'' is
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| All he would say
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| Methinks world is for you
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| There’s no handing it back
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| If it’s false or it’s true
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| You can read it in your prayer book
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| Or on the side of a cornflake pack
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| I gave away a liarbird
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| A couple less drinks and now I’ve heard
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| The truth shining out like sun
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| On an average English winter’s afternoon |