Dan Mangon, Robots

I don't know what you've been told

But I don't get out much these days

Waking young and feeling old, the days are no longer my own

To piss away the waking out

But don't, don't, don't, don't, don't let them go.

Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't let them go.

To ways the fire in my eye is fleeting

Now your robot heart is bleeding

Try to be the robot king and settled for a robot boy.

Ring the bells that still can ring your stupid head off to the ones who are not listening

but don't don't don't let them go don't don't don, don't let them go.

Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't let them go.

To waste the fire in my eye is fleeting.

Now, your robot. My eye is fleeting now Your robot wine is bleeding out

And I spent half of my life

In the customer service line Flaws in the customer service line flaws in the design

a sign of the times

and that little voice

in the back of your mind

just wants you to know

Just hopes that you know

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