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apar**ent walls, halls are small government building site much too small, these tiny boxes won't let me out these tiny boxes are remote it's a screaming mess television city dream robot's eyes gleam in your future dream it's not fate or change it's the money in the bank burn their timber and gather their bricks drive'em into the fire, the bloody ****s it's a screaming mess and i am the prisoner, prisoner, prisoner it's not fate or chance kick some body in the face burn their timber and gather their bricks drive'em into the fire, the bloody ****s
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