My computer thinks I'm gay
I threw that piece of junk away
On the Champs-Élysées
As I was walking home
This is my last communique
Down the super highway
All that I have left to say
In a single tomeI've got too many friends too many people
That I ll never meet, I'll never be there for
I'll never be there for, 'cause I'll never be thereIf I could give it all away, would it come back to me someday?
Like a needle in the hay, or an expensive stone
But I've got a reason to declaim,
The applications are to blame, for all my sorrow and my pain, feeling so aloneI've got too many friends too many people
That I'll never meet and I'll never be there for
I'll never be there for, 'cause I'll never be there
Too many friends too many people
That I ll never meet, I'll never be there for
I'll never be there for, 'cause I'll never be thereMy computer thinks I'm gay
What's the difference anyway?
When all the people do all day is staring into a phoneI've got too many friends too many people
That I'll never meet and I'll never be there for
I'll never be there for, 'cause I'll never be there
Too many friends too many people
That I ll never meet, I'll never be there for
I'll never be there for, 'cause I'll never be there
I'll never be there, I'll never be there
I'll never be there, I'll never be there
Songwriters
BRIAN MOLKO, STEFAN OLSDAL, STEVE FORREST, WILLIAM LLOYDPublished by
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