}x4 , People used to ride horses Then they moved on to cars Then on to big jet planes and Rockets to the stars Why's my soul any different? Trapped in this delicate skin I'd rather be made of titanium And free of all my sins I'd rather be a robot I'd rather be a robot I'd rather be a robot While I'm in this world I'd rather be a robot writing poems On a Sunday afternoon Перестань со мной быть сильным И как робот стальным, Я ведь вижу ты устал И немного простыл. Хватит с меня сомнений И спокойствия хватит, Я хочу, чтоб тебя смущало Мое откровенное платье. }x2 People are fragile And so full of fear Greed, rage and envy And wondering why we're here Robots are humble An empathetic lot And they aren't constantly tortured By the instincts that we've got
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