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| 1:35 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:42 |
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| 3. |
| 5:37 |
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| 4. |
| 7:37 |
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| 5. |
| 7:46 |
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| 6. |
| 6:46 |
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| 7. |
| 3:31 |
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| 8. |
| 3:56 | 
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Her neon mouth with a bleeding talk smile
Is nothing but electric sign You could say she has an individual style She's a part of a colorful time Super-sealed lady, chrome-color clothes You wear 'cause you have no other But I suppose no one knows You're my plastic fantastic lover Your rattlin' cough never shuts off Is nothing but a used machine Your aluminum finish, slightly diminished Is the best I've ever seen Cosmetic baby, plug into me And never, ever find another And I realize no one's wise To my plastic fantastic lover The electrical dust is starting to rust Her trapezoid thermometer taste All the red tape is mechanical rape Of the TV program waste Data control and IBM Science is mankind's brother But all I see is draining me On my plastic fantastic lover |
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| 9. |
| 1:23 |
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| 10. |
| 11:22 |
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| 11. |
| 3:50 |
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| 12. |
| 3:19 |
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| 13. |
| 5:30 |
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