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Bring My Family Back
Faithless
I'm on Lonely Street age nearly three
Or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her
Recently Mama's cryin all the time is it because of me
Face all Puffy like a blister, cryin' like he missed her
Since we moved away from the house where we useta play
They say I'll understand one day, but I doubt it, Mama never say nothin' about it
How'd it get to be so crowded
I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain
And I can't escape the feelin', meybe I'm to blame
So I strain to listen, prayin' for a decision, whishing' they were kissin'
She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack
This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile
So I make pretend cups of coffe in her favourite style
Bus she know I want my Dad, I want my family back
I'm on Lonely Street, age fortyCouldn't gauge when tot quit so my wife quit me
But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend
Took offence, took the kids, I wish that was the end
Workin' all the hours God send was not the tactic
Y'see cuz after ten years I'm left with jackshit
Wanted to make the cash Quik so I useta work real late
Bad sex, My woman's vex, even if I stay awake
And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office
Makin free with me and I agree I got sleazy too easily
I was eatin' We'd do our cheatin over coffees, makin' tea for the bosses
But I'm fortyNow I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today
Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back
Suddenly I'm blinkin' like the screen on my computer display and I'm drinkin'
Boarded up probperly, I'll probably get pulled down
I'm on Lonely Street, number fiftyLitter all around inside there's no sound and no light
But yo it gets busy at night, people creppin'
Derelicts sneakin' to fix, speakin'
And bricks comin' loose, knee high in refuse
But even though I'm a slum I'm still of some use
On the way my timbers creaking', roof leakin'
There was a time when my walls were decorated
But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed
And under my roof children were educated
A crash in the economy robbed me of my family And no strategy
combats negative equitiy so that's it. Like violence it's drastic
somebody bring my family backI'm freaking', and seekin' to be more than just a house of crack
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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