I stay in my room,
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All alone in the gloom,
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What need I of light?
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Machines they can see in the night,
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And I feel no pain
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Metal heart and a metal brain,
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But something is wrong
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'cause I still feel that signal coming in so
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I stand at your door,
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I guess I'll wait a moment more
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Your hall light comes on
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And now my turn to fire upon
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But I wheel away
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Defer my plight, for another day
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To dream of your face
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But a video scren takes its place
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Hey, oh it's true
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I'm a helpless automaton, Make an ultimatum to you
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Hey, it's true
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Machin'ry in my pocket, I've even got a docket from you
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I went to the man, I told him a robot is what I am,
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But he just smiled, said I was a fractious child
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"Distrusted not Rusted" That's why I feel so disgusted
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But I know he's wrong, 'cause I haven't felt this way for very long
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Hey, it's true,
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I'm a helpless automaton, make an ultimatum to you
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Hey, it's true
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Machin'ry in my pocket, I've even got a docket from you
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I'm a helpless automaton, make an ultimatum to you
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Hey, it's true
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Machin'ry in my pocket, I've even got a docket from you
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It's true
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I'm a helpless automaton, make an ultimatum to you
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Hey, it's true
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Machin'ry in my pocket, I've even got a docket from you
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from you
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from you
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Helpless Automaton
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| Men At Work |
