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Padded In

I'm defiant like a child that doesn't want the Ritalin Cause a riot cos I'm wild and end up in the bin again Maddened in a pad again but this time padded walls within Halls that spin while crawling in, calling in at 4 again Knocking on the door and then, talking to the floor again Making my way to my bed where I would sit and pour a pen

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