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My computer thinks I'm gayI threw that piece of junk awayOn the Champs-ElyséesAs I was walking homeThis is my last communiquéDown the super highwayAll that I have left to sayIn a single tome, I gotToo many friends,Too many people,That I'll never meetAnd I'll never be there forI'll never be there for'Cause I'll never be thereIf I could give it all awayWill it come back to me someday ?Like a needle in the hayA round expensive stoneBut I got a reason to declaimThe applications are to blameFor all my sorrow and my painI'm feeling so alone, I gotToo many friends,Too many people,That I'll never meetAnd I'll never be there forI'll never be there for'Cause I'll never be thereToo many friends,Too many people,That I'll never meetAnd I'll never be there forI'll never be there for'Cause I'll never be thereMy computer thinks I'm gayWhat's the difference anywayWhen all the people do all dayIs staring to a phone, I gotToo many friends,Too many people,That I'll never meetAnd I'll never be there forI'll never be there for'Cause I'll never be thereToo many friends,Too many people,That I'll never meetAnd I'll never be there forI'll never be there for'Cause I'll never be thereI'll never be thereI'll never be thereI'll never be thereI'll never be there