Ben Richardson - Flying To Ireland

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Sat at the airport
It was a lovely day
Flying to Ireland
Not running away
This past is a mystery
I’ve never asked much
Alone with my thoughts now
But craving your touch
I’m not the same,
man he was
That man was broken,
didn’t know right from wrong
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Scream at the wheel now
It’s darkness outside
Driving to Galway
leave Roscommon behind
I sung at her gravestone
Such a tortured life
You can’t choose your family
But I’m grateful for mine
I’m not the same,
man he was
That man was broken,
didn’t know right from wrong
I’m not the same,
man he was
I’ve been loved,
and it’s made me strong