My computer thinks I'm gay
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I threw that piece of junk away
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On the Champs-Elysees
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As I was walking home
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This is my last communique
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Down the supper highway
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All that I have left to say in a single tome
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I got too many friends
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Too many people that I'll never meet
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And I'll never be there for
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I'll never be there for
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'Cause I'll never be there
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If I could give it all away
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Will it come back to me someday?
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Like a needle in the hay or an expensive stone
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But I got a reason to declaim
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The applications are to blame
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For all my sorrow and my pain
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A feeling so alone
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I got too many friends
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Too many people that I'll never meet
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And I'll never be there for
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I'll never be there for
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'Cause I'll never be there
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Too many friends
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Too many people that I'll never meet
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And I'll never be there for
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I'll never be there for
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'Cause I'll never be there
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My computer thinks I'm gay
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What's the difference anyway
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When all the people do all day
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Is stare into a phone
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I got too many friends
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Too many people that I'll never meet
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And I'll never be there for
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I'll never be there for
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'Cause I'll never be there
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Too many friends
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Too many people that I'll never meet
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And I'll never be there for
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I'll never be there for
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'Cause I'll never be there
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I'll never be there [x4]
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Too Many Friends
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