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All her life she's bitten her tongueSo bitter so youngShe's run round and round in circles so long her head won't stop spinningAll this time something's been missingShe's not quite finishedShe's part undoneAnd yet every time she tried to run her legs were numbHer mind an inescapable fortressObedient, conformist with deep roots to enforce thisInvisible forces, glass prison bars