| Bring on the wooden boxes
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| Christ all my friends, they’ve died
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| Watched my heroes tape their memories
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| I broke down and cried
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| At least that changes history
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| You know that’s something before they go
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| Bring on the computers, the ones that cannot lie
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| Tape every grey cell, every scene, and every sigh
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| You can be my friend or stay until I die
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| And when I do go, computer, can live my life
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| Bring on the computers, the ones that cannot lie
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| Tape every grey cell, every scene, every sigh
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| Bring on the computers, the one that cannots lie
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| Tape every grey cell, every scene, and every sigh
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| They’re painting the deliverance
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| Of the ones that they despise
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| Since there’s eternity
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| In their beautiful immortal eyes
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| Bring on the computers, they want to see me die!
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| Tape my every grey cell, every scene, and every sigh
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| I, I’m still waiting
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| I wanna be immortalised
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| But time it drags so slowly
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| I’m slowly losing my mind!
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| Computers
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| Oh they talk to me
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| I can hear them now —
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| They’re laughing at me |