| They met one day in a Summer storm
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| The melodrama had begun
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| Their senses told them that it was wrong
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| But the damage had begun
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| She was a young lady of 23
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| A woman in the prime of life
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| He was a child of technology
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| The scientists hadn’t planned it this way
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| That their creation could be loved
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| They just wanted to play God for a day
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| And dethrone the Lord above
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| But their mistake was this two’s pain
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| For her love could not be denied
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| She refused to listen as he explained
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| «I'm an automan,»
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| «I'm made of wires… wires…wires…»
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| «I'm an automan,»
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| «There ain’t no way that I could ever love you»
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| He wasn’t programmed to understand
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| This feeling that tugged at her heart
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| Though technically he was a man
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| They were still a world apart
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| Love wasn’t in his capacity
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| But her love grew on and on
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| Again he pleaded «why don’t you see?»
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| «I'm an automan,»
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| «I'm made of wires… wires…wires…»
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| «I'm an automan,»
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| «There ain’t no way that I could ever love you»
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| «I'm an automan,»
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| «I'm made of wires… wires…wires…»
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| «I'm an automan,»
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| «There ain’t no way that I could ever love you»
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| She held him close as if to say
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| «You live so that means you can love»
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| With tears in his eyes he pulled away
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| He said «I don’t even have a heart beat… listen»
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| «I'm an automan,»
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| «I'm made of wires… wires…wires…»
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| «I'm an automan,»
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| «There ain’t no way that I could ever love you»
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| «I'm an automan,»
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| «I'm made of wires… wires…wires…»
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| «I'm an automan,»
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| «There ain’t no way that I could ever love you»
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| «No…no…no…» |