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Eben Brooks - Number on a Page lyrics
I woke this morning and I could not see the light. I went through the motions, too unthinking now to fight. I feel like I’m dying. I’m living just to earn my share. I want to get away, but no one seems to care. “There’s nothing we can do for you, my lad. You’re trying to claim a thing you never had. You’re nothing but a digit in our files. We care about your wages, not your wiles. Don’t bother with a purpose or a goal. You realize you do not have a soul. Don’t listen to your parents or your school. We make the rules.” Well, open up the door and let me out! I’ve had enough! This thing that you call freedom is just a silver plated cage. I don’t want to spend a life where no one gives a damn About who I am, where I’m not a man, just a number on a page. I heard my best friend quit his job and moved away. He plays in a band now, earning hundreds every day, While I punch my time card and I sit behind my desk, Never quite brave enough, afraid to take the risk. “Do you really think you’re good enough to try? Do you really think you’re old enough to die? Don’t you really want to keep your sanity? You don’t really want your own identity. Take a number, wait in line, and you’ll be served. All of this is really more than you deserve. Don’t you worry ’bout the kind of life you’ll lead. It’s all you need.” Well, open up the door and let me out! I’ve had enough! This thing that you call freedom is just a silver plated cage. I don’t want to spend a life where no one gives a damn About who I am, where I’m not a man, just a number on a page. |
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