Forces Of Nature movie - Bring My Family Back lyrics

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Song by Faithless<br /><br>

I'm on lonely street age nearly three<br>

Recently Mama's crying all the time <br>

is it because of me or my younger sister, <br>

even Dad was weeping when he kissed her.<br>

Face all puffy like a blister, <br>

crying like he missed her. <br>

Since we moved away from the house,<br>

where we used to play.<br>

They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it, <br>

Mama never say nothing about it. <br>

How'd it get to be so crowded.<br>

I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain.<br>

And I can't escape the feeling, <br>

maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen, <br>

Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing.<br>

This feels like extradition or exile, <br>

Mama finds it hard to smile<br>

So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style.<br>

She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack.<br>

But she know I want my Dad I want my family back.<br>

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I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three.<br>

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

Took offense, took the kids, <br>

I wish that was the end.<br>

But before she took her leave <br>

she took care of my best friend.<br>

Working all the hours. <br>

God send was not the tactic<br>

You see, because after ten years I'm<br>

[??]. Wanted to make the cash<br>

quick so I had to work real late. <br>

Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake.<br>

And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office.<br>

I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees, <br>

making tea for the bosses. <br>

Making free with me,<br>

and I agree I got sleazy too easily.<br>

But I'm forty three, <br>

this doesn't usually happen to me.<br>

Now I'm lonely, <br>

I wonder what my son's doing today.<br>

Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen <br>

on my computer display. <br>

And I'm drinking.<br>

Concerned about what's down the track <br>

if I don't get my family back.<br>

<br>

I want my family back<br>

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I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three.<br>

Boarded up property, <br>

I'll probably get pulled down.<br>

Litter all around inside there's <br>

no sound and no light.<br>

But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping.<br>

Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking.<br>

On the way my timbers creaking,<br>

Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose, <br>

knee high in refuse.<br>

But even though I'm a slum,<br>

I'm still of some use.<br>

There was a time when my walls where decorated.<br>

And under my roof children where educated.<br>

But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed,<br>

a crash in the economy robbed me of my family.<br>

And no strategy, combats negative equity,<br>

so that's it. Like violence it's drastic.<br>

I'm freaking, and seeking to be <br>

more than just a house for crack.<br>

Somebody bring my family back.<br>

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