| You’re just walking round your little mazes
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| Figuring out how to get by
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| How to get laid and get famous
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| Get yourself paid, impress the guys
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| You’re taught to divide
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| The world into buddies and wives
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| Sluts and wimps
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| And ever since
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| You’ve kept a score card
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| How else to prove you’re such the pimp
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| You are just a robot
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| Executing a program
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| Get on a train where the crowd is tightening
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| To push yourself up against a girl
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| And when you’re not getting play
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| You keep trying
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| You don’t understand the consensual way
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| You are just a robot
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| Executing a program
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| You are just a robot
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| An imitation of a man
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| She told me one night
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| When we were lying quiet and cold
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| Something not right
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| It had months since the good times
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| Once there was sun
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| Now there was night
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| She said to me
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| As she turned on the light
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| «There's something you don’t know
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| That keeps me from feeling right
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| I once knew a guy, I’d seen him around
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| He knew all my friends, he came from town
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| One night at a party, we both were there
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| He followed me into the bathroom, he grabbed my hair»
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| And she said «I still remember
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| Just how the floor felt
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| And how my head would hit the tub.»
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| Now where is that robot
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| Is he alive or is he done?
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| Does he breathe air that I breathe?
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| Is he kept warm by the same sun?
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| You are just a robot
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| Executing a program
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| An imitation of a man
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| Executing a program
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| An imitation of a man
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| An imitation of a man
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| An imitation of a man
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| An imitation of a man
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| An imitation of a man |