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    Look what you're doin'to me
    I'm utterly at your whim
    All of my defenses down
    Your camera looks through me with it's x-ray visions
    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 circuity
    No way to control it
    It's totally automatic

    Whenever you're around
    I'm walking blindfolded
    Completely automatic

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    All of my systems are down
    Down
    Down
    Down
    Automatic
    Automatic

    What is this madness
    That makes my motor run
    My legs to weak to stand
    I go from sadness to exhileration
    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

    No way to control it
    It's totally automatic
    Look what you're doin' to me
    I'm utterly at your whim
    No way to control it
    It's totally automatic

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    Composition: Brock Patrick Walsh and Mark Goldenberg

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