You dig right in me
Without the hole of a spoon
And when I walk now
This wound has grown by the years
You kiss my brown eye
Almost a shell of a man
You call the children
It makes me sick til I die
(Oh) sick til I die
(Oh) sick til I die
(Oh) sick til I die
(Oh) sick til I die
Shame stalks the hole that was from me
Stark calls the frame of used to be
You kiss my brown eye
Almost a shell of a man
School haunts the children
Which makes me sick til I die
You dig right in me
Almost a shell of a man
Home haunts the children
Which makes me sick til I die

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