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      From: lordyumyum@gmail.com              Automatic       Song by The Pointer Sisters              Look what you're doing to me       I'm utterly at your whim       All of my defenses down       Your camera looks through me       With its X-ray vision       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 circuitry       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)       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)       Automatic       Automatic       Automatic       Automatic (automatic)       Look what you're doing to me       I'm utterly at your whim       All of my defenses down       Your camera looks through me       With its X-ray vision       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 circuitry       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       No way to control it       It's totally automatic       Whenever you're around (automatic)       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 (automatic)       I'm walking blindfolded       Completely automatic       All of my systems are down              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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