.Don't remember a thing
(Left ear a permanent ring)
You were fortunate born
From a shit-hole up north.
Caught in a crowd,
With people thinking allowed,
Your little heart is torn
From the inside out.
I was crawling back home down on my knees
While you were sleeping.
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