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So organized

That I grind my teeth

Told what to do

Told what to believe

No mind of it's own

Taken over

Yet it doesn't reAlize

It lives its life sober

a fake smile

On it's mothers face

While the fathers captured

In alchohols deadly embrace

Taken over

A life redone

Never to see the moon

Never to see the sun

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