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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“Well, look at me out on my own again, when I should be on my way home again. No mystery, that I'm alone again, the Loser of the World...”
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