Robot

D#
People used to ride horses
Gm
Then they moved on to cars
D#
Then on to big jet planes and
Gm
Rockets to the stars
Fm
Whys my soul any different?
A#
Trapped in this delicate skin
D#
Id rather be made of titanium
G
And free of all my sins
                 D#
Id rather be a robot
                 Gm
Id rather be a robot
                 D#
Id rather be a robot
                   Gm
While Im in this world

                 Fm
Id rather be a robot writing poems
      A#          D#
On a Sunday afternoon

D#
Перестань со мной быть сильным
Gm
И как робот стальным,
D#
Я ведь вижу ты устал
Gm
И немного простыл.
Fm
Хватит с меня сомнений
A#
И спокойствия хватит,
D#
Я хочу, чтоб тебя смущало
G
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Проигрыш: D# Gm - 2 раза
          Fm A#

People are fragile
And so full of fear
Greed, rage and envy
And wondering why were here

Robots are humble
An empathetic lot
And they arent constantly tortured
By the instincts that weve got