“Treat me like I'm evil
Freeze me till I'm cold
Beat me till I'm feeble
Grind me till I'm old
Wire me till I'm tired
Push me like I fall
Treat me like a criminal,
just a shadow on the wall!”

—  Mike Oldfield

Song lyrics, Crises (1983)

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English musician, multi-instrumentalist 1953

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