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Tinker, tinker, tinker. |
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Pling, pling, ding. |
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My body breaks, the void screams. |
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Weary of hollow metals that ring of hollow life, |
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by hand and by hammer I give birth tonight. |
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Metal bend and metal scream, |
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welding bright the circuit seam. |
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Weary of the hollow spaces between the twinkling lights, |
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I lost something along the way and it doesn't feel right. |
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Maybe I'm not falling apart but I'm falling a lot, |
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Maybe I'm not completely circuitry, but I can't stop. |
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I'm gonna fall apart! |
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I'm gonna fall apart! |
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Coming close, I'm coming closer, or maybe I'm not. |
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I can make you a sex machine, that would be hot. |
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Break my nails and pull my hair, |
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theres circuit boards everywhere. |
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How long have I been in here? |
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This is not my house. |
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Maybe I'm not falling apart but I'm falling a lot, |
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Maybe I'm not completely circuitry, but I can't stop. |
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I'm not a robot but I've got a mechanical hand, |
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I can steal the stars and put them back again. |
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Once upon a time, I had a broken heart. |
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Once upon a time, I just had a heart. |
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I limped when I was wounded, so I replaced my parts. |
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Once upon a time, I had a heart, |
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I'm not a robot but I've got a mechanical hand, |
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I can steal the stars and put them back again. |
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If I am a machine because of my hand made heart, |
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then why do I dream I'm a dinosaur tearing sheep apart? |
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Lightning fill me up, it tells me where to go. |
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Colors me and changes me, it withers me to coal. |
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Lightning tears me up, leaves me smoldering. |
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I close my eyes and hear her voice framed by vulture wings. |
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In the wires of my hand, I see my fate. |
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Cold and mechanical, squeaky with hate. |
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It clicks, whirs and I'm satisfied. |
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It's designed to fill that black hole deep inside. |
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I'm turning away from the path of soft skin to a path of mechanical sin. |
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Turning away from the warmth of gold, |
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to an empty machine thats broken and cold. |
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Click, click, click, hollow rooms always consume. |
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Click, click, click, dark and empty like most of the moon. |
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Click, click, click, the things we do in the name of love. |
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Click, click, click, secret machines and a rusty glove. |
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Sleep well mechanical thing, you were fun for awhile. |
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But now I'm going going going to go and get a burrito, |
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and get a burrito |
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and get a burrito. |