Dot
You are a digital dancer and celluloid smiler
We were speaking through a box
Oh gosh, dot, dot, dot
Computer confessions
Oh gosh, dot, dot, dot
Tense and tortured times
Oh gosh, dot, dot, dot
Let's reconcile a while
You are a music maker and empire shaker
We were typing with intent
Oh gosh, dot, dot, dot
Mad mobile messages
Oh gosh, dot, dot, dot
Days of despair
Oh gosh, dot, dot, dot
Let’s reconcile a while
You are a lucid lover and memory seeker
We were grasping, gasping, reality was slipping
Oh gosh, dot, dot, dot
Network naughtiness
Oh gosh, dot, dot, dot
Minutes of madness
Oh gosh, dot, dot, dot
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