Glitch Songtext
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I taste your synthetic breath in the night,
Your circuits are luminous things of life.
I'm right for you,
You're right for me,
Through modern technology.
They say that you care for me like a child,
You know how your fly movie drives me wild.
I'll crack your code,
And if you break,
Your circuits are luminous things of life.
I'm right for you,
You're right for me,
Through modern technology.
They say that you care for me like a child,
You know how your fly movie drives me wild.
I'll crack your code,
And if you break,
I'll send for a duplicate.
You know its not easy,
Being a young man,
Searching for love in a digital age.
You need the connections,
And suitable hardware,
To hook you up with compatible trade.
When you're nothing but a number in an endless data stream.
And your face is but a figment of a fiber-optic dream.
You're just a glitch in the machine.
Romantic evenings by the fire,
I service your main frame and,
Spark your wires.
Your poor of mind,
But blessed by soul,
And fully programmable.
If I call,
You come,
You're forever young,
You can sense,
No pain,
So no matter how are things.
My dear,
If I say something I regret,
I can always hit reset.
Oh no its not easy,
Being a young man,
Searching for love in a digital age.
You need the connections,
And suitable hardware,
To hook you up with compatible trade.
When you're nothing but a number in an endless data stream.
And your face is but a figment of a fiber-optic dream.
You're just a glitch in the machine.
Oh what's a boy to do,
Without his own compiles of ions,
I'll take an axe to you.
If I detect, denied, don't change, your signs, your files.
If there's a glitch in your machine (x3)
I'll terminate our love.
You know its not easy,
Being a young man,
Searching for love in a digital age.
You need the connections,
And suitable hardware,
To hook you up with compatible trade.
When you're nothing but a number in an endless data stream.
And your face is but a figment of a fiber-optic dream.
You're just a glitch in the machine.
Romantic evenings by the fire,
I service your main frame and,
Spark your wires.
Your poor of mind,
But blessed by soul,
And fully programmable.
If I call,
You come,
You're forever young,
You can sense,
No pain,
So no matter how are things.
My dear,
If I say something I regret,
I can always hit reset.
Oh no its not easy,
Being a young man,
Searching for love in a digital age.
You need the connections,
And suitable hardware,
To hook you up with compatible trade.
When you're nothing but a number in an endless data stream.
And your face is but a figment of a fiber-optic dream.
You're just a glitch in the machine.
Oh what's a boy to do,
Without his own compiles of ions,
I'll take an axe to you.
If I detect, denied, don't change, your signs, your files.
If there's a glitch in your machine (x3)
I'll terminate our love.
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