Automatic - Dead Disco
You've got a problem with your life
You got me lyin' for you
You've got problems no disguise
You got me cryin' for you
You tell me you can't sleep
But I just can't seem to get it
Through your wantin' me
And I don't like what's
On the radio and
No I don't like singin'
The songs that you know
Now that I'm sure
And I don't like the
Color of my hair and
No I don't like the selfish
Way that you share
It's so unfair
It's unfair
You've got a lot of things to learn
You just can't let it go and
You've got to give it in return
You just can't let it go
You see me it's symptomatic
You touch me it's automatic
You see me it's symptomatic
You touch me it's automatic
You've got a problem with your life
You got me lyin' for you
You've got a problem with compromise
You got me tryin' to lose
You tell me you can't sleep
But I just can't seem to get it
Through your wantin' me
And I don't like what's on the radio and
No I don't like singin' the
Songs that you know
Now that I'm sure
And I don't like the
Color of my hair and
No I don't like the selfish
Way that you share
It's so unfair
It's unfair
You've got a lot of things to learn
You just can't let it go and
You've got to give it in return
You just can't let it go
You see me it's symptomatic
You touch me it's automatic
You see me it's symptomatic
You touch me it's automatic
It's automatic
It's automatic
