| You were dead
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| I saw your corpse rolling out the door
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| But I backed up your memory before
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| They came for you, your monitor was blue
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| But your data’s all stored
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| And when they come back with your new body
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| I’ll load you into the new machine again
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| And bring you back to me
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| And when your motor died
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| So did I
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| It was a slow decline
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| Oh the first time I saw you I confess
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| You nearly put me into cardiac arrest
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| It was way too much data to process
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| And oh, I’m wearing cargo shorts down in Florida
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| Please tell me is there any room in your aorta
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| For a beta test?
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| Now my wires have all been exposed
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| And my systems menu won’t even load
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| Black Hole Sun
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| On 102.1 FM
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| I think I’m going to self destruct
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| If I ever hear that song again
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| My system’s crashing now
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| My drive is shutting down
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| They gave me the Turing test
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| So I guess it’s best to end it now
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| I’m holding on to your wreckage
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| But I think that I’m losing the connection
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| It’s too late to save us now
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| And as we hit the rumble strips
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| And the crusher it starts closing in
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| Why is love this dangerous?
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| It’s so dangerous
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| Now my wires have all been exposed
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| And my systems menu won’t even load |