I pleaded, "take my wallet, have my voice box too,
Anything but that, anything to subdue!"
They split my head right open; that's all they wanted to do.
They took what they could carry, spilled some on the floor,
I saw a holiday memory, running for the door,
There goes youthful exuberance, shaken to the core,
They took what they could carry, spilled some on the floor.
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