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(Al Corley/Harold Faltermeyer/Peter John Woods) Thinking in square rooms, a human without illusions Sad strains on a sad face, is that what we've come to ? Is the world bold, this love old, moving nowhere and it's gone cold ? The wind stops, the clouds go, we're all alone Oh oh, I know, I can see those, oh oh, I know, I can see those I can feel those, I can see those Oh oh, square rooms, oh oh, square rooms They don't listen, they don't care if a man is in despair Oh oh, square rooms, oh oh, square rooms They don't listen, they don't care if a man is in despair Walks long and long clears the vision of one with one And you still move me, you undo me like you've always done But I realize now, we're not made out of words now Just you and me, just you and me until the end of time Oh oh, I know, I can see those, oh oh, I know, I can see those I can feel those, I can see those Oh oh, square rooms, oh oh, square rooms They don't listen, they don't care if a man is in despair Oh oh, square rooms, oh oh, square rooms They don't listen, they don't care if a man is in despair Oh oh, square rooms, oh oh, square rooms They don't listen, they don't care if a man is in despair. |