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I miss it so much |
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No button to touch |
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No dial to turn |
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No key to hold |
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Days turn to nights, turn to weeks |
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Turn to paper, into rocks, into plastic |
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My material heart how it keeps us apart |
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Watching days turn to nights turn to weeks |
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Turn everything |
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I got into techniques |
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My mechanical heart how it tears me apart |
|
I miss it so much |
|
No button to touch |
|
No dial to turn |
|
No key to hold |
|
I miss it so much |
|
No button to touch |
|
No flick of the switch |
|
Hand on my heart |
|
Days turn to nights, turn to weeks |
|
Turn to paper, into rocks, into plastic |
|
My material heart how it keeps us apart |
|
Watching days turn to nights, turn to weeks |
|
Turn everything |
|
I got into techniques |
|
My mechanical heart how it tears me apart |
|
I miss it so much |
|
No button to touch |
|
No dial to turn |
|
No key to hold |
|
I miss it so much |
|
No button to touch |
|
No flick of the switch |
|
Hand on my heart |