It's automatic
Counting cars on a crossroad
They come and go like you
It's automatic
Watching faces I don't know
Erase the face of you

It's automatic
Systematic
So traumatic
You're automatic

There's no real love in you
There's no real love in you
There's no real love in you
Why do I keep loving you?


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