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Where is my autopilot? |
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I hope he did not forget about me |
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I need my autopilot |
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To handle what confounds me |
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Where is my autopilot? |
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I wish to shut me down |
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Without my autopilot |
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I'll surely burn out |
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My autopilot, my right hand man |
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My autopilot, my only defence |
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This world is tearing at you |
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This world wants to see you fall |
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Most times the only thing that you can do |
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Is keep your head and whisper after all |
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This world is only a moment |
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This world never made no sense |
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So take the lint from your pocket |
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And offer it like a sacrament |
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My autopilot, my right hand man |
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My autopilot, I know you understand |
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Where is my autopilot? |
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I hope he did not forget about me |
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I need my autopilot |
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Oh right, now that reminds me |
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I killed my autopilot |
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He wasn't doing me any good |
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I warned my autopilot |
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I might one day if I could |
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My autopilot, my right hand man |
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My autopilot, I know you understand |
