In the digital age I'm feeling out done
It's my brain that can't spell and my heart that can't hold down
The keys to type it out
So even if I can't read, life's a puzzle you see
I put together the things that come easy to me
I've played with shapes for thirty years
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So can the crayons and the colorful paints
They'll never set foot in the digital age
And play the songs streamed on video screens
We don't need shows in a digital scene
So give up, so give up
In the last final days
I'm finding my way open up write a song
A computer can't fake
But that's the hypocrite in me