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Automatic it's not me here half the time It's Automatic yet I'm forced to pay the price The type of car, it is my choice But where it goes, I have no voice Yes I am my Father's son- yes Iam Automatic it's not me here half the time It's Automatic yet I'm fingered for the crime Predetermined bugs somehow prevail Selling things that aren't for sale Oh Yes I am my Fathers son? my Fathers son It's no excuse for all I've done But who's to say What it shapes What it creates Automatic half the time I'm not myself Its Automatic caution should but never helps From Letras Mania