The trip is on for the million miles. 93 to the sun. So take your place and you say goodbye. It's automatic, you're the one It's automatic, it's automatic. It's automatic, you're the one. It's
Can't fight! There's no escaping the facts. I tried to help but I failed. To solve the problems so much. Of good intentions. . I want my wasted hours back. And I want my head to clear. And I
in your letter. The lie connects the beat. It's automatic. When you say things get better. But they never unverified There's no real love in you. There's no real love in you. There's no real love
