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Lonely robot in a wasteland
rusting in a lonely harbor
Lonely robot in a wasteland
rusting in the harbor’s water
I’m not a human if you say I’m not
I’m not a human if my engines lock
And this motor that you call my heart
Is another machine that will stop
And the impression of my self machine
The word was spoken and it was foreseen
That I am powered by this gasoline
My eyes lit up as if by kerosine
See constellations in stars
And the powers that be
Engaged in the dance
This robotic routine
Now we're too well too bothered in between
A pixel lost in a computer screen
Annons
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