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Give me something I can hold with my own hands A machine that ticks and gears I can understand Make me move from place to place, a puzzle I can chase A new and different kind of land I don't want to be just trapped inside a screen I want to be held, I want to be seen I want you to be real, to be someone I can feel Somewhere I can rest and lean Maybe I am scared or old Don’t want to plug in or be bold Because I think it's worth my while To share a room with your smile To make you something I can hold From Letras Mania