She sings with capacitors
She dreams with resistors
Her patch cables hold me at night
Her music is analog
Electrons spontaneous
Ohmmeters measure her love
She said that she loved me
Was in tears when I left
When will I see you again
The day I drove east
She closed the door
She sent her friends to attack me
She will not let me see her
She will not let me hold her
I miss her dog we used to play tricks
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