In the future
So all that we'll have
Is a pile
Of scrap metal and batteries,
And a programming manual
For how to love us the best way
We need.
You were my supreme weakness
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| Machines will replace lovers In the future So all that we'll have Is a pile Of scrap metal and batteries, And a programming manual For how to love us the best way We need. You were my supreme weakness |
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