| My candidate is a stickler for fashion
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| Better than a robot’s got superior action
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| Wah oh oh, wah oh oh
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| Look at them clapping their hands together
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| Automatic functions when he’s pulling the lever
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| Wah oh oh, wah oh oh, whoa
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| You can lie to yourself
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| But you can’t lie to me no more
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| They’re bussing me back to mechanical hell
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| With my mechanical hands and mechanical sores
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| And we’ll never say maybe
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| To smack bunny baby again
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| I got a number and I got a function
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| Unplug me when I wake up need a mental reduction
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| Wah oh oh, wah oh oh
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| Polly want a cracker want a silicon day dream
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| Wired up her sockets she forgot how to scream, said
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| Wah oh oh, wah oh oh, whoa
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| You can lie to yourself
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| But you can’t lie to me no more
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| They’re bussing me back to mechanical hell
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| With my mechanical hands and mechanical sores
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| And we’ll never say maybe
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| To smack bunny baby again
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| My candidate had a green recollection
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| Technicolor sparking his synaptic connection
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| Wah oh oh, wah oh oh
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| The governor inspected and discovered a crack
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| So they turned him around
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| And had him stabbed in the back
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| You can lie to yourself
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| But you can’t lie to me no more
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| They’re bussing me back to mechanical hell
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| Mechanical sins and mechanical sores
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| And we’ll never say maybe
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| To smack bunny baby
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| Don’t say maybe to smack bunny baby again |