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 communiqué
Down the super-highway
All that I have left to say
In a single tome

I'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

If I could give it all away
Would it come back to me someday?
Like a needle in the hay
Or an expansive stone
But I've got a reason to declaim
The applications are to blame
For all my sorrow, and my pain
And feeling so alone

I'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
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

My computer thinks I'm gay
What's the difference anyway?
When all the people do all day
Is staring into a phone

I'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 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 Writer/s: Brian Molko, Stefan Olsdal, Steve Forrest, William Lloyd
Publisher: BMG Rights Management
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