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Robot Song

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  • I wish I had a heart
    I'd call it tiger
    And wrapped in silver thread
    I'd tie it to my chest
    To bring you home
    I wish I had a car
    And bits of wire
    To tie you to the seat
    I'd drive you to the beach
    And keep on going
    And I know when I've been stung
    When I'm trapped inside my bed
    Feel my flesh begin to swell
    I'm an evil shade of red
    I hate the taste of skin
    It's terrifying
    Reminds me of the truth
    That biting bits of you
    Can bring you home
    And I hate
    One sweet taste
    And these miricals
    I feel it in my skin
    Know in my head
    When you touch me
    I am still awake at night
    In my dreams
    When my eyes are full of
    Pictures of the day
    But not quite right
    Just to bring you home
    I'm so lucky
    I can pick my feelings
    I never want to cry
    I'm so ugly
    But I want to pick my feelings
    So I choose not to mind
    It's true
    To you
    It must seem sad
    I know
    It all
    But I'm not sad belive me
    'Cos I choose not to be
    I wish I had the skill
    To stop my thinking
    Concentrate each breath
    To make sure that it's done
    It's not instinctive
  • I wish I had a heart
    I'd call it tiger
    And wrapped in silver thread
    I'd tie it to my chest
    To bring you home
    I wish I had a car
    And bits of wire
    To tie you to the seat
    I'd drive you to the beach
    And keep on going
    And I know when I've been stung
    When I'm trapped inside my bed
    Feel my flesh begin to swell
    I'm an evil shade of red
    I hate the taste of skin
    It's terrifying
    Reminds me of the truth
    That biting bits of you
    Can bring you home
    And I hate
    One sweet taste
    And these miricals
    I feel it in my skin
    Know in my head
    When you touch me
    I am still awake at night
    In my dreams
    When my eyes are full of
    Pictures of the day
    But not quite right
    Just to bring you home
    I'm so lucky
    I can pick my feelings
    I never want to cry
    I'm so ugly
    But I want to pick my feelings
    So I choose not to mind
    It's true
    To you
    It must seem sad
    I know
    It all
    But I'm not sad belive me
    'Cos I choose not to be
    I wish I had the skill
    To stop my thinking
    Concentrate each breath
    To make sure that it's done
    It's not instinctive