When you go and wind blows you home
You were wrong and the fault was your own
We were always gonna end up back here
Friends who stay and the ones who disappear
The difference between the rut and the grave is an inch
Your caught in between the earth and a rock like a pinch
Chorus:
I don t sit so well
Under banks of Boston
And you are my blood
And you are my blood
Your hung up to dry
And your strange
And your strange god knows
but your love love loved
You was all but your never looking back
You were young far too young for words like that
We were always gonna end up back here
The difference between the rut and the grave is an inch
Your caught in between the earth and a rock like a pinch
Chorus:
I don t sit so well
Under banks of Boston
And you are my blood
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my soul
You are my blood
Your hung up to dry
And your strange
And your strange god knows
But your love love loved
Chorus:
I don t sit so well
Under banks of Boston
And you are my blood

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