We Shape Our Tools

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You know I don't smoke anymore
And I need something to fill the hole
Take away my gnaw
My gnawing doubts
The ones that come on in bouts
Put me back or there abouts

There's that chap with the latest phone again
I saw him on the platform this morning
Back there in uncanny town
Now he's on his way back home
Same downcast look on his face
Saying this phone isn't smart enough
Won't give me enough love

Oh now yeah it's true
I'd tell you the same but you already knew
What you wanted to know
We're a couple of pals
Asleep in the back
The roof is down
We're alright because
We shape our tools
And our tools shape us

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