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Air of a temptress |
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Buxom and bright |
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We're not missing anything |
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At least not tonight |
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Chimera of charm |
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Innocent of hardship |
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Luxurious qualm |
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In a self-darkened daytrip |
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And then I'll take you home |
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Where we live and where we roam |
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Is a robot zone |
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We don't really care |
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If the world is a mess |
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We are programmed to the grid |
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Of pleasure and bliss |
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But arrows or drifters |
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We all just pretend |
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That we will not succumb |
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To the ultimate trend |
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And then I'll take you home |
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Where we live and where we roam |
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Is a robot zone |
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We like the attention |
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But we hate to be judged |
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As we proudly parade |
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Where we see others trudge |
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We are slaves to addictions |
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That have no effect |
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And with loving precision |
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Isn't it love we dissect |
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And then I'll take you home |
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Where we live and where we roam |
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On the bed and on the phone |
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Don't stop, 'cause every place you've known |
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Is a robot zone |
