| 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 |