conditioned

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as we hide inside our tidy pens
we cover our ears to shut out noise
the scratches drive us round the bends

we think we're outside of the trends
only others waste time with foolish joys
as we hide inside our tidy pens

the wolves slink out from their dark dens
with claws on paving draw their ploys
the scratches drive us round the bends

seeing the sights through a strange friend's lens
we keep our distance through our toys
as we hide inside our tidy pens

the dirty world outside we cleanse
with window pane that grime destroys
the scratches drive us round the bends

that none but Time its own death spends
as we spin the circles Fate employs
as we hide inside our tidy pens
the scratches drive us round the bends

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