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In your arms
In your iron grip
My own opinions made me slip out
Sweping your front door
Your back is clean
My life has a meaning
It's in your plastic grin
Forgive my misstakes you almighty generation
You are in distress helpless leader
Those symbols of life no longer divines
What will we now conceive
What's the next conclusion
This plastic grin turned to dispair
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