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Funeral For A Friend Your History Is Mine 2002 2009

trucks like animals With no food for a hundred miles or more So take them back to familiar shores There's no shame in wanting what others call a home

for someone to see You've gotta believe it It's gotta be seen to believed A crisis of faith and and an honest mistake It can break your resolve This

heart, it breaks for you. Hours pass into minutes, kissing the seconds away, and days, they seem to melt just like your classic summers. Your smile is

The days I've felt alone And the sea, it brings me back again So that I can see my wife And I can see my child Home, I'm home, it never changes Same

hear their truth You mean nothing to me Your handshakes to play fake make me want to scream The engine runs harder than your lies never could Than your

Tonight...tonight... Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday Wipe the tears from your eyes Wipe your tears away Oh, wipe your tears away Oh, wipe your tears away (Sunday, Bloody Sunday) Oh, wipe your

I told them you were living downtown Driving all the old men crazy The boys are back in town [x7] You know the chick that used to dance a lot Every

your kids goodnight What you take from them What they've taken from you Just like your broken records (you're broken) Will convert, for you tonight Just like your

and your life Your new best friends, your confidence And I'll be here when you get home Sitting halfway, away from nowhere Praying for our lips to touch Holding myself for a