CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Automatic

Wake up, man I hate the front door
Tell myself go out more
End up in the same bed lonely
Feels like every day is wasted
Like I’m on a wait list
For someone to really know me

I don’t know where you’re from
I don’t care if it’s real
Cause I like the way you talk
The way you feel

Automatic
sh*t, you feel like magic
Cinematic (and I)
Gotta have it
sh*t, you feel like magic
God, I love the way you talk
The way you feel, baby

I’ve been driving with the breaks on
Taking all the turns wrong
But if it brought me here I’m not mad
Tеll me this don’t happen often
Got you ditching your friеnds
You say that you never do that