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The pink crucifix with the ivory I wanted.
The man with the on his hands, as I ran from the river.
Kissing my cousin, before took her to the graveyard.
Trembling at night the violence I heard from my bedroom.

are my memories.
are my memories,
home.

Called up at school, for my hand there to say 'present'.
Running the gauntlet outside the rado at dawn.
Rory and me, without a spare string us.
Catching the last bus halfway I'm so glad.

are my memories.
are my memories,
home.

Philip and me and 'the ridin' 'round in a transit.
The bailey, the strangely's, the and the speed and the acid.
I lost my to a tipperary woman.
A that was broken, but it wasn't the first or the last time.

are my memories.
are my memories,
home.

Under the of the man they called green, I found freedom.
children, one wife, a twist of the knife and a scandal.
Divorce, separation, some kind of came lately.
So many have gone, but I know it's just as usual.

Oh, are my memories.
are my memories.
are my memories.
are my memories.
are my memories.
are my memories,
home.

These memories keep back.
Those keep coming back.
All those ago.
All those ago.

are my memories.
are my memories.
are my memories.