Automatic

You've got a problem with your lies, you've got me lieing for you
You've got a problem there's no disguise, you've got me crying for you
You tell me, you can't see
But I just can't seem to get it through you're onto me
And I don't like what's on the radio and
No I don't like singing the songs that you know
Though I don't show
And I don't like the colour 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 without 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 lies, you've got me lieing for you
You've got a problem with comprimise, you've got me trying to lose
You tell me, you can't see
But I just can't seem to get it through you're onto me
And I don't like what's on the radio and
No I don't like singing the songs that you know
Though I don't show
And I don't like the colour 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 without 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