| Innocence, smiles in the playground
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| As a grey man, touches her hair
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| «Sweets for a pretty girl ?»
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| But she’s not such a silly girl
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| As she slaps the hand away
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| Poison on my plate, so hungry I ate
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| Poison on my plate, so hungry
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| I feel, the steel, inside
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| Our mouths open wide
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| We sharpen our teeth, and flexing our jaws
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| We bite the hand that feed us
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| He grows to be big and strong
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| Eats the vegetables, joins their family
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| The ignorance he found
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| Helps the medicine go down
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| Helps the stale untruths taste nicer
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| Poison on my plate, so hungry I ate
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| Poison on my plate, so hungry
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| The lies, disguise wears thin
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| The fasting begins
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| The scraping of chairs, cutlery screams
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| When may we leave the table? |