Oh I Swear – Richard ThompsonBy Oh, I swear and I swear and I swearBut my heart’s not in itI can deadpan as dead as I canBut my heart’s not in itWhat little of yours, what little of mineAnd we’ll get byLike jailbirds locked in a cellWe go well togetherLike a marriage arranged in hellWe go well togetherCruel poverty is the tie that bindsAnd we’ll get byCan’t run in a dead end streetCan’t run in a dead end streetNo wings upon your feetAll your dreams are shackled to the groundCan’t run in a dead end streetCan’t run in a dead end streetNo wings upon your feetAnd all your dreams are shackled to the groundAnd it couldn’t be loveAnd it couldn’t be loveOh it couldn’t be loveOh it couldn’t be loveWhat little of yours, what little of mineAnd we’ll get by www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20