Regina Spektor Picspam

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So we made our own computer out of macaroni pieces
And it did our thinking while we lived our lives
It counted up our feelings and divided them up even
And it called that calculation perfect love




So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
There might be some good ones




You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the stars came falling on our heads
But they're just old light