A.U.T.O.M.A.T.I.C. Life

i guess i'll be okay
a fragile smile, an old clich?e
few hours to enjoy every day
tomorrow'll be the same
a fragile smile, a touch of fame
but i don't want to be part of this game
they all try to touch my heart
but it seems i touch the stars instead
and now it feels like love is all dead

stuck in the wrong dimension
no one to blame nothing to mention
another day of electric light
i'm locked inside this automatic life

i'll be alright
oh yes, i'll be okay
but i'll still be dreaming
for you to come my way
i'll be alright
oh yes, i'll be okay
but i'll still be waiting
for you to blow me away

i guess i'll take it all
the space, embrace, the rise and fall
just something to hold on to and recall
i can't beat gravity
the supreme dream of feeling free
i must be my own enemy

stuck in the wrong dimension
i'd give my soul for sweet redemption
another day of electric light
video me in this automatic life

i'll be alright
oh yes, i'll be okay
but i'll still be waiting
for you to come my way
i'll be alright
oh yes, i'll be okay
but i'll still be dreaming
for you to blow me away

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