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Apartment walls, are small
Government building, site too small
These tiny boxes let me out
tiny boxes are too remote

It's a screaming
Television dream
Your robot's eyes
In my dream

It's not fate or
the money in the bank
Burn timber and gather bricks
Drive 'em fire, the bloody

It's a screaming
And I am the
The prisoner, the
Go

fate or chance
Kick somebody in the
their timber and gather bricks
Drive 'em fire, the bloody

It's a screaming
A television dream
Your eyes gleam
In my future

And I am the
The prisoner, the
Well, I am the
The prisoner, the

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