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Faithless - Bring My Familiy Back lyrics
I'm on Lonely Street age nearly three
 Recently Mama's cryin all the time is it because of me
 Or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her
 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'
 This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile
 So I make pretend cups of coffe in her favourite style
 She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack
 Bus she know I want my Dad, I want my family back
 I'm on Lonely Street, age forty-three
 Couldn't gauge when tot quit so my wife quit me
 Took offence, took the kids, I wish that was the end
 But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend
 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 awakeFaithless - Bring My Familiy Back - http://motolyrics.com/faithless/bring-my-familiy-back-lyrics.html
 And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office
 I was eatin' We'd do our cheatin over coffees, makin' tea for the bosses
 Makin free with me and I agree I got sleazy too easily
 But I'm forty-three, this doesn't usually happen to me
 Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today
 Suddenly I'm blinkin' like the screen on my computer display and I'm drinkin'
 Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back
 I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty-three
 Boarded up probperly, I'll probably get pulled down
 Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light
 But yo it gets busy at night, people creppin'
 Derelicts sneakin' to fix, speakin'
 On the way my timbers creaking', roof leakin'
 And bricks comin' loose, knee high in refuse
 But even though I'm a slum I'm still of some use
 There was a time when my walls were decorated
 And under my roof children were educated
 But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed
 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
 I'm freaking', and seekin' to be more than just a house of crack
 somebody bring my family back










