| I remember how you looked on Skype
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| And the degree to which I wanted you
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| But now we’re standing face to face
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| And it just doesn’t feel the same
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| It’s pretty odd, the magic’s not there in real life
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| You’re not to blame you’re not the same away from the keyboard
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| Away from QWERTYUIOP you look odd, a little bit unreal
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| I raise the selfie-stick and take a photo on the phone
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| As if to see ourselves framed in that familiar rectangle
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| Could make it all all right
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| You’re not to blame you’re not the same away from the keyboard
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| In the good old days I would play such games with you
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| Like photoshopping semen all across your face on JPGs
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| But now in bed I’m obliged to make the stuff myself
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| No copy-paste to place it on your face
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| You’re not to blame you’re not the same away from the keyboard
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| Theodor Adorno declared that in the end the soul itself
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| Is nothing more than our desire to have a soul
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| And so desire in our world of digital affairs
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| Is nothing more than desire for desire
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| You’re not to blame you’re not the same away from the keyboard
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| I’m going back to the airport, don’t try to stop me
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| This affair has not turned out as I imagined it was going to be
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| And when I’m home I’d hope that we could start again in our «real lives»
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| You’re not to blame you’re not the same away from the keyboard |