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Who decides now you are four

Who decides what lies ahead

Who decides if you will be poor

And each day if you get fed


Who decides now mum is dead

Who decides your state of mind

Who decides how much you dread

And if one day they’ll be kind


Who decides your childhood wows

Who decides who makes you cry

Who decides how long it goes

And as each day goes slowly by


Who decides your teenage years

Who decides what you can say

Who decides to grow your fears

When you are frightened every day


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