Faithless - Bring My Family Back Lyrics

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I'm on lonely street age nearly three

Recently Mama's crying 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

Crying like he missed her.

Since we moved away from the house

Where we used to play.

They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it

Mama never say nothing 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 feeling

Maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen

Praying for a decision wishing they where kissing.

This feels like extradition or exile

Mama finds it hard to smile

So I make pretend cups of coffee

In her favorite style.

She says child I'm working so

There's nothing you lack.

But she know I want my Dad I want my family back.

I'm on Lonely Street age forty three.

Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me.

Took offense took the kids

I wish that was the end.

But before she took her leave

She took care of my best friend.

Working all the hours.

God send was not the tactic

You see because after ten years

I'm left with jack dish. Wanted to make the cash

Quick so I had to 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.

I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees

Making tea for the bosses.

Making 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 blinking like the screen

On my computer display.

And I'm drinking.

Concerned about what's down the track

If I don't get my family back.

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I want my family back

I'm on Lonely Street number fifty three.

Boarded up property

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 creeping.

Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking.

On the way my timbers creaking

Roof leaking. And bricks coming 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 where decorated.

And under my roof children where 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 equity

So that's it. Like violence it's drastic.

I'm freaking and seeking to be

More than just a house for crack.

Somebody bring my family back.

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