Don't come back with excuses We've seen your true face You sold us out for the last time You turned your back Turned your back on me
friends Don't come back with excuses We've seen your true face You sold us out for the last time You turned your back Turned your back on me
back from here no more dwelling on my fears Miles away, and I wish this didn't mean so much to me To be a monument for the rest of them Miles away, and
(you know the kind I like)I like to get back to [Chorus w/ Justin's echos] Digital digital get down just you and me (You may be) Twenty thousand miles away
turn my heart to stone. now the runway lights are fading, with the darkness overtaking, i'll leave you standing watching all alone from that paneglass window one million miles away
disappear In the teenage magazines, and shopping malls Walk through the wildlife for miles, and miles Hold my breath and count a hundred and ten And back
miles through the night time making tracks with no time for looking back to the place where I belong How these days grow long but I`m on my way back
blood brothers Now the hardness of this world slowly grinds your dreams away Makin' a fool's joke out of the promises we make And what once seemed black and white turns
put him straight away But when it's your brother sometimes you look the other way Yeah me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin' Nothin' feels better than blood on blood Takin' turns
you coming back in this town again... Ah but it's all changed winter turned on a man Came down on day when no-one was looking and it Stole away the
Takin' back in the day, day Back in the day, back in the day Back in the day, back in the day Back in the day, back in the day Back in the day, back
the papers Had you gassed now that - gas became vapors Tricked your cash on ice; shoulda had acres Now your, empire fell like the Lakers So you're talkin to your
thought of you A living reflection seen from miles away A hopeless affliction having run astray I wanna feel your body breaking Wanna feel your
mile away niggaz wanna ride tomorrow when they prolly die today cause the P'll hollow the guns Holla at sons if you feel a nigga holla back then you swallow
'll slip away Don't turn your back on me, dont't turn your back on me, don't ever let me down Don't turn your back on me, dont't turn your back on me,
: AIR HOCKEY . . . biff . . . dush-h-h! Stenographers: LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA YOUP YOUP YOUP YOUP Greggery: IS YOUR WIFE SNORING BY THE SINK? Stenographers
got your keys to get back in You've washed your face so you can smile You've got your pockets full of lending cash Your ticket to the ladies' mile
