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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 they her to the graveyard.
at night from the violence I heard from my bedroom.

are my memories.
are my memories,
home.

Called up at school, for my hand wasn't to say 'present'.
Running the gauntlet the club rado at dawn.
Rory and me, a spare string between us.
Catching the bus halfway through I'm so glad.

are my memories.
are my memories,
home.

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

are my memories.
are my memories,
home.

Under the wings of the man they green, I found freedom.
children, one wife, a twist of the knife and a scandal.
Divorce, separation, some kind of salvation 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 years ago.
All years ago.

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