"Automatic" as written by and Mark Goldenberg Brock Patrick Walsh....
Look what you're doin' to me
I'm utterly at your whim all of my defenses down
Your camera looks through me with it's X-ray visions
And all systems run aground

All I can manage to push from my lips
Is a stream of absurdities
Every word I intended to speak
Winds up locked in the circuity

No way to control it, it's totally automatic
Whenever you're around
I'm walking blindfolded, completely automatic
All of my systems are down, down, down, down
Automatic, automatic

What is this madness that makes my motor run
My legs too weak to stand
I go from sadness to exhilaration
Like a robot at your command

My hands perspire and shake like a leaf
Up and down goes my temperature
I summon doctors to get some relief
But they tell me there is no cure, they tell me

No way to control it, it's totally automatic
Whenever you're around
I'm walking blindfolded, completely automatic
All of my systems are down, down, down, down
Automatic, automatic, automatic, automatic

Look what you're doin' to me
I'm utterly at your whim all of my defenses down
Your camera looks through me with it's X-ray visions
And all systems run aground

All I can manage to push from my lips
Is a stream of absurdities
Every word I intended to speak
Winds up locked in the circuity

No way to control it, it's totally automatic
Whenever you're around
I'm walking blindfolded, completely automatic
All of my systems are down, down, down, down
No way to control it, it's totally automatic
Whenever you're around




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"Automatic" as written by Mark Goldenberg Brock Patrick Walsh

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    General CommentThis is so wrong it hurts my soul.

    This, is what hear:

    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
    (x2)

    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
    (x2)
    ShortCircuitingon March 03, 2011   Link

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