I don't need Direct TV
Don't need digital clone of me.
Trying to stay with digital life
Time will pass with critical strife.
Wireless communication flew,
Pony Express was wireless too.
A One Cent stamp, the message was there,
I don't need a digital care.
Sun passes overhead, at 12th beat.
I know it's time to eat.
I don't need a digital clock,
My heart tells me, when to talk.
Phone Phreaks are hackers now
Click your mouse, delet your vows.
I don't need Direct TV.
My heart don't beat digitally.
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