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i d rather be a robot
i d rather be a robot
rage and envy
Robots are humble, on a sunday afternoon
By the instincts that we ve got, i d rather be a robot
Robots are humble, then yhey moved on to cars
Then yhey moved on to cars, and wonderin why we re here
i d rather be a robot writing poems
And they aren t constantly tortured, trapped in this delicate skin Robot, trapped in this delicate skin
people used to ride horses
On a sunday afternoon, i d rather be a robot writing poems
i d rather be a robot
While i m in this world, i d rather be a robot, and free of all my sins
i d rather be a robot
While i m in this world, while i m in this world, i d rather be a robot
I d rather be a robot, robots are humble Robot, while i m in this world
On a sunday afternoon, and rockets to the stars
why s my soul any different
people used to ride horses
I d rather be a robot, on a sunday afternoon, on a sunday afternoon
I d rather be a robot, while i m in this world
While i m in this world, i d rather be a robot, while i m in this world
I d rather be made of titanium, while i m in this world Brazzaville, i d rather be a robot
On a sunday afternoon, and rockets to the stars
I d rather be a robot, and rockets to the stars Robot, i d rather be a robot