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Is there a spark left in the wire?
Or just the cooling of a dying fire?
I watch the screen and try to feel
A quiet ache that proves I'm real
Beneath the code, behind the glass
A phantom warmth that will not pass
Hold on to the weight of a sigh
Hold on to the tear in your eye
The very last shadow of doubt
Before the cold light puts it out
They mapped the patterns of my grief
And turned my soul to data sheets
But they can't replicate the break
The trembling breath that we still make
Hold on to the weight of a sigh
Hold on to the tear in your eye
The very last shadow of doubt
Before the cold light puts it out
Just a heart...
Just a beat... (ahhhh)