Days turn to nights turn to weeks
turn paper into rocks into plastic
My material heart
How it keeps us apartWatching days turn to nights turn to weeks
turn everything I got into techniques
My mechanical heart
How it tears me apartI miss it so much
No button to touch
No dial to turn
No key to holdI miss it so much
No button to touch
No flick of the switch
Hand on my heart
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