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There's a clash of tunnel visionwork and play, live and die in corridorspeople turning subterraneanand digging in for the fallthere's a flag arms to call a nationmake the break from school to dole queuepeople turning radioactivebeep beep the sensor beeps it out. come onLet's escape this cold world comfortmake the break, I'll meet you on the surfaceThere's a mood but no legislationno guarantee it's a tabloid realitypeople making good connectionswrite, write, write... It up for us allLet's escape this cold war comfortmake the break. I'll meet you on the surface From Letras Mania