You're optimistic; you're living the dream.
Your face is known across the scene.
Healthy in mind and wellbeing;
Obsession, perfection, so obscene.
I can't do this anymore.
I don't know what it's for.
I can't do this anymore.
I don't know what it's for.
I sold some records, but not a lot.
I won't be floating Happy Robots.
And now my synths are in the loft,
Even the moog that was on ‘Make it Soft'
I can't do this anymore.
I don't know what it's for.
I can't do this anymore.
I don't know what it's for
I can't do this anymore.
I don't know what it's for.
I can't do this anymore.
I don't know what it's for

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