Tokio Hotel - Automatic Lyrics
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Automatic
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What Are The Lyrics For Automatic By Tokio Hotel?
Automatic
Automatic You're automatic, And your hearts like an engine. I die with every beat You're automatic, And your voice is electric. No do I still believe? It's automatic Everywhere in your letter A lie that makes me bleed It's automatic When you say things get better But they never 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? 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? Automatic Automatic Automatic Automatic Each step you make Each breath you take Your heart. Your soul. Remote-controlled This life is so sick You're automatic to me Love in you Love in you There's no real love in you. There's no real love in you. 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? Automatic There's no real Automatic Love in you Automatic Why do I Automatic Keep loving you? Automatic |
Who Wrote Automatic By Tokio Hotel?
Patrick Benzner, Dave Roth, Tom Kaulitz, Bill Kaulitz, David Jost
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What's The Duration Of The Automatic By Tokio Hotel?The duration of Automatic is 3:16 minutes and seconds. |
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