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The pink crucifix with the ivory |
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Jesus I wanted |
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The man with the blood on his hands as |
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I ran from the river |
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Kissing my cousin, before they took her to the graveyard |
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Trembling at night from the violence |
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I heard from my bedroom |
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These are my memories |
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These are my memories, coming home |
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Called up at school `cause my hand wasn`t there to say "present" |
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Running the gauntlet outside the |
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Club Rado at dawn |
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Rory and me without a spare string between us |
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Catching the last bus halfway through "I`m so glad" |
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These are my memories |
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These are my memories, coming home |
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Philip and me and "the brush" riding round in a transit |
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The Bailey, the |
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Strangley`s, the smoke and the speed and the acid |
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I lost my virginity to a |
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Tipperary woman |
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A heart that was broken, but it wasn`t the first or the last time |
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These are my memories |
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These are my memories, coming home |
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Under the wings of the man they called |
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Green, I found freedom |
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Three children, one wife, a twist of the knife and a scandal |
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Divorce, separation, some kind of salvation came lately |
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So many have gone, but |
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I know it`s just business as usual |
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These are my memories |
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These are my memories |
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These are my memories |
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These are my memories |
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These are my memories |
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These are my memories, coming home |
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These memories keep coming back |
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These memories keep coming back |
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All those years ago |
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All those years ago |
