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The pink with the ivory jesus I wanted.
The man with the blood on his hands, as I ran the river.
Kissing my cousin, they 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 wasn't to say 'present'.
the gauntlet outside the club rado at dawn.
Rory and me, without a string between us.
Catching the bus halfway through I'm so glad.

are my memories.
are my memories,
home.

Philip and me and 'the brush' 'round in a transit.
The bailey, the strangely's, the and the speed and the acid.
I my virginity to a tipperary woman.
A heart that was broken, but it the first or the last time.

are my memories.
are my memories,
home.

Under the wings of the man they green, I found freedom.
Three children, one wife, a twist of the and a scandal.
Divorce, separation, kind of salvation came lately.
So many have gone, but I know just business as usual.

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

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

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