GAMES

LYRIC QUIZ

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You don't know my name. You don't know my number. You don't know my face at all. We walk right past each other, every single day, like cold machines we're marching on and on and on...


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Cold Machines
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“Someone write me a letter. I need to know that I'm still alive. Someone give me a telephone call, I need to hear a human sound. Someone open up a door and let me out of this place. I've been caged up for oh so long I don't know if I'm living or dying.”
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