| Oh I don’t know what you’ve been told
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| But I don’t get out much these days
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| Waking young and feeling old
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| The days are no longer my own
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| To piss away the waking hours
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| But don’t, don’t don’t, don’t let them go
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| Oh don’t, don’t don’t, don’t let them go to waste
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| The fire in my eye is fleeting now
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| Your robot heart is bleeding
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| Tried to be the Robot King
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| And settled for the robot boy
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| Ring the bells that still can ring
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| And sing your stupid head off
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| To the ones who are not listening
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| But don’t, don’t don’t, don’t let them go
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| Don’t don’t, don’t don’t, don’t let them go to waste
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| The fire in my eye is fleeting now
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| Your robot heart is bleeding out
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| And I spent half of my life
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| In the customer service line
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| Flaws in the design
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| A sign of the times
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| And that little voice
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| In the back of your mind
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| Just wants you to know
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| Just hopes that you know
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| Robots need love too
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| They want to be loved by you
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| They want to be loved by you
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| They want to be loved by
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| Robots need love too
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| They want to be loved by you
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| They want to be loved by you
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| They want to be loved by
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| Robots need love too
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| They want to be loved by you
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| They want to be loved by you
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| They want to be loved by
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| (Background)
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| Robots need love too
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| They want to be loved by you
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| They want to be loved by you
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| They want to be loved by you |