| I don’t think I’ll be free
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| In fact I’m so uncertain
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| Now my game is with the curtain
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| If I sound a little hounded
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| It’s because I am surrounded
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| No one else will talk to me
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| If you buy yourself a uniform
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| Get one for me
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| We’d better learn telepathy
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| And I never guessed
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| Oooh I never guessed
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| I’d find myself under house arrest
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| I’d find myself under house arrest
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| Robbed of the books I loved the best
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| My records for forensic test
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| If I get your letters
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| Well they’re torn and read
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| My information comes spoon fed
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| If I only heard a whisper from the cupboard or the bed
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| I turn out the light
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| But it comes back on
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| The phone still rings
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| But this line sounds wrong
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| I’m told there’s no escaping
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| And each word I say they’re taping
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| You’ll have to ask discreetly
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| For an interview with me
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| We’d better learn telepathy
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| And I never guessed
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| Oooh I never guessed
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| I’d find myself under house arrest
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| I’d find myself under house arrest
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| And I never guessed
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| I’d find myself under house arrest
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| And I never guessed
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| I’d find myself under house arrest
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| Drums: Trevor Morais
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| Dedicated to Mr. Donald Woods |