THRU THE CRACKS
Music and Lyrics by John Wall

There's nowhere left to hide From electronic prowling eyes			
Too much information on me Too many people have my key			
They can tell what I charged Where I spent my vacation				
Read my tax returns Information fascination				

CHORUS:					
	You can’t call me by number
	You have to use my name
	I’m not another file
	In your computer game

	So take me off your mailing list
	It’s not where I wanna be
	I fell thru the cracks
	Now I’m totally free

The saleman on the phone knew all about me
What I bought last week What I watch on TV
You've got the wrong number I said He don't live here no more
I packed up and hit the road Before the dust hit the floor

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BRIDGE:
	Now I’m off the computers
	Databases and files
	I took back my life
	At least for a little while

	I’m a flesh and blood person
	I have freedom of choice
	Search your digital world
	My trail is white noise

I work off the books I have no bank loans
No numbers for me Not even a telephone
I’m a parked car on The information superhighway
I don’t like where it’s headed It ain’t going my way

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