Sometimes I feel
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I live like a prisoner
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But I don't know
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If this really is pressure
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Surprise you win
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I'm lost as screamers roll in
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Sometimes I feel
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Like leaving this room I'm in
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Faded film people dropping words
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About the real things to say
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? (Not "Someone pulls me deeper", as in CD booklet)
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And tells me who I will be if I stay
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A clever machine writes pretty words
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For pretty boys
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To sing to us all
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We're all so grateful
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My face you cry
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And I show my darker side
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The night is yours
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And I just switch off and hide
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Cafe and sin
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The wine's not to my liking
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My face you cry
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Oh my didn't I say come in?
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Frown (?) in my eyes showing nothing
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But surprise about you
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And what are you thinking
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About my life and her drinking to you too
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A dying non-human writes unkind words
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For unkind friends
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And as for the tears, they'll never show
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Asylum people calling on my door
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From day to day
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The image must fall
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I've had my time
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Thoughts No. 2
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Gary Numan |