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All these babies are born
To the wrong kind of people
And I wish I had known
I was not good enough
I`m the worst kind of son
Bringing shame to my family
And I know I have worn
My mother`s heart out, believe me
I saw it
I saw it coming
All these things I have done
To my little little sister
When I try to support her
She don`t believe
Why should she?
I hurt her
I mean I hurt her
So goodbye, so long, I`m gone already
I`m running out of time
I`m losing my mind
Won`t you come take me home?
Won`t somebody hold me?
All these babies are born
Like a field full of poppies
Who`s gonna know which are torn?
I believe I`ll soon leave the meadow
I see my shadow
I think I`m losing my soul...

All these babies are born
To the wrong kind of people
And I wish I had known
I was not good enough
I`m the worst kind of son
Bringing shame to my family
And I know I have worn
My mother`s heart out, believe me
I saw it
I saw it coming
All these things I have done
To my little little sister
When I try to support her
She don`t believe
Why should she?
I hurt her
I mean I hurt her
So goodbye, so long, I`m gone already
I`m running out of time
I`m losing my mind
Won`t you come take me home?
Won`t somebody hold me?
All these babies are born
Like a field full of poppies
Who`s gonna know which are torn?
I believe I`ll soon leave the meadow
I see my shadow
I think I`m losing my soul...

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