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You’re all strapped up in a grey machine
As they watch you
tryin’ to see where you’ve been
where you’re going
or is there such a place?
Can you show me how to fill the space?
Where friendships walk and rumours talk
Is there such a town?
Why do you frown is it because
you’re all alone
Would ya like to hold my hand?
Let me be our man?
Or maybe the last pick in a street
ball game is all you really want.
I don’t mean to taunt
but your smile’s full of paint
You say you’re happy but you ain’t
cause you’re stuck in this machine.