I made a machine
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Called the boy least likely to
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It feeds me shortbread biscuits and it
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Makes my little dreams come true
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It thinks for me
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And everything I used to do it does for me
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It¡¯s made of aluminium
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And it runs off pencil batteries
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I know that it makes me happy
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But something about it frightens me
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I made a machine
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To make my life easier
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But it¡¯s made it more complicated
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Than it ever was before
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I programmed it
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To simulate the feelings that I used to get
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It reads me bedtime stories and it
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Makes me feel human again
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It doesn¡¯t have to understand
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What it¡¯s doing; and it does everything
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A human being can
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It stores my thoughts and feelings
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In its data banks
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I tell it things when I¡¯m feeling sad
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Sometimes it¡¯s the only
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Real friend that I have
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And that¡¯s what makes me sad
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I made a machine
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Called the boy least likely to
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It has lots of switches and buttons
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But I don¡¯t know what they do
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I know it can¡¯t
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Understand the intricacies of my heart
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But when I cuddle up to it
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It comes to life in my arms
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I know that it makes me happy
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But something about it frightens me
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The Boy Least Likely to Is a Machine
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The Boy Least Likely To |