John Farnham



If it's all the same to you

I'd just as soon not come to see you anymore

You're not giving, I'm not taking

I'm like a salesman with one foot inside the door

Well I seem to get the feeling

That I'm filling in for someone else's time

Trapped inside a prison with no walls

Just like a Marcel Marceau mime



Let me out, scream and shout, let me out

Let me out, I'm not waiting until you're finished

Let me out



If it's all the same to you

Just let is go at that, it's over nothing more

Well I'm pushing it uphill, so let it be

I'm on a losing streak, I've lost before

But don't try to cover up the fact

You're using me to play with while wait

Just let me out, I'm getting mad

You'd be surprised how close love is to hate