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Cobwebs, cover this old shed, |
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Cover this tin. |
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| [00:34.94] |
Inside, something long since died, |
| [00:39.57] |
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| [00:40.44] |
Something worn thin. |
| [00:42.00] |
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| [00:44.30] |
No joy, left in this old droid, |
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| [00:50.17] |
Left in these |
| [00:51.29] |
Nuts and bolts and these waning volts, |
| [00:54.85] |
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Winding down to a grinding halt. |
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I used to be a star in the olden days, |
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| [01:07.21] |
Now I'm in the dark, |
| [01:10.26] |
Of the new golden days. |
| [01:12.84] |
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| [01:31.55] |
She's hot, the Alba of robots, |
| [01:35.68] |
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| [01:37.42] |
The spark in my heart. |
| [01:39.11] |
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| [01:41.29] |
I'm rust, I should've been scrapped, |
| [01:45.04] |
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Crushed, sold as spare parts. |
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| [01:49.65] |
That was a bad dream, |
| [01:52.15] |
|
| [01:53.34] |
Thanks to the A-Team |
| [01:56.83] |
Now you'll see sparks'll fly, |
| [01:59.64] |
Through the dead of night, |
| [02:02.26] |
As they buff me up to a brilliant shine. |
| [02:08.94] |
I used to be a star in the olden days, |
| [02:12.37] |
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| [02:13.87] |
Now I'm going large, |
| [02:17.11] |
of the new golden days. |
| [02:19.48] |
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| [02:40.90] |
Look at me I've never been, so shiny, |
| [02:44.83] |
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| [02:45.39] |
Look at me I've never felt, so ugly, |
| [02:49.39] |
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| [02:50.26] |
Turn em' off, |
| [02:51.45] |
Turn off all those flashing lights |
| [02:55.01] |
I belong in black and white, |
| [02:59.37] |
There's nothing wrong with black and white. |
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