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