Stepped off the sidewalk
footprints in the grass
machine, disturbed
comes looking round for me
Had no bad intention
no desire to sin
boys in white
say I can't be running free
I'll take my pill
eat the food you bring
talk to you
about my deep despair
Just please, don't put me back inside
that lonely little room
where I become
the man who isn't there
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