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Cobwebs cover this old shed
Cover this tin
Inside, something long since died
Something worn thin
No joy, left in this old droid
Left in these nuts and bolds and these waning volts
Winding down to a grinding halt
I used to be a star in the olden days
Now I’m in the dark, of the new golden days
She’s hot, the Alba of robots
The spark in my heart
I’m rust, I should’ve been scrapped, crushed, sold as spare parts.
That was a bad dream, thanks to the A-Team
Now you’ll see - sparks’ll fly through the dead of night
As they buff me up to a brilliant shine
I used to be a star in the olden days,
Now I’m going large, in the new golden days
Look at me I’ve never been so shiny
Look at me I’ve never felt so ugly
Turn ‘em off, turn off all those flashing lights
I belong in black and white
There’s nothing wrong with black and white.
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