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...


track6
Cold Machines
by
Cooper, Alice
from their album
Brutal Planet


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“Got a grip like steel on wood. This is all for your own good and if you wanna get away, wanna be free, wanna get anywhere but right here beside me you'll have to twist away from me...”
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