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This song is by Brazzaville and appears on the album The Oceans of Ganymede (2016).

People used to ride horses
Then they moved on to cars
Then on to big jet planes
And rockets to the stars
Why's my soul any different?
Trapped in this delicate skin
I'd rather be made of titanium
And free of all my sins

I'd rather be a robot
I'd rather be a robot
I'd rather be a robot
While I'm in this world
I'd rather be a robot writing poems
On a Sunday afternoon

People are fragile
And so full of fear
Greed rage and envy
And wonderin' why we're here
Robots are humble
An empathetic lot
And they aren't constantly tortured
By the instincts that we've got

I'd rather be a robot...

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