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Someone with a low voice, talking on your televisionAnd I hope this song doesn't influence your decisionYour conscience is dangerous at a time like thisCall me Sigmund Frued, I've been trying to avoidAsking if you love me for such a long timePsycho-analysis seems pretty pointlessI can predict your answer from your angry squinted eyesCall me Thomas Edison, the only light I can shed on this situation is hopelessly artificialI've been imagining the feelings in your heart that you never mentionedYou're of my own inventionA margain of error, it seems too then extreme, you'veDisproved all of my hypothesisI follow procedure and ???And I've come to the conclusion; you'll never be with meCall my Charles Darwin, the evoltion of this problem has become complicated really I just want to stop itIt's survival of the swavest, and we're of different speciesNever meant to mingle, ??? ??? ???Disinfederate beingsScientists can easily explain why whenever you're around my heart feels lightLove is just a chemical reaction butThat won't help me sleep tonight From Letras Mania