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One, twoIn a digital age, |
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I'm feeling out done, |
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It's my brain that can't spell, |
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And my heart that can't hold down |
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The keys to type it out. |
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So even if |
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I can't read, life's a puzzle you see, |
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I put together the things, that come easy to me, |
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I played with shapes for thirty years. |
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So can the crayons and the colorful paints, |
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That never step foot in the digital age, |
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And play the songs streamed on video screens, |
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We don't need shows in a digital scene. |
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So give up . |
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So give up . |
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In the last final days, |
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I'm finding my way, |
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Hoping I write a song a computer can't fake, |
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But that's the hypocrite in me. |
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So can the crayons and the colorful paints, |
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That never step foot in the digital age, |
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And play the songs streamed on video screens, |
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We don't need shows in a digital scene. |
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So give up . |
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So give up . |
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So give up . |
