Far away in a southern town
children play with their mother
Still today and it turns around
I’m alone with the others
Mother’s off, killing bugs
I’m at home in the kitchen
I wish I had my old TV
I really feel, I really feel
The boys have gone to another town
Far away from their fathers
I’m behind but I’m gaining ground
I wanna be like the others
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Featured on the album The Habit Room