Here goes my life again
It's pretty plain, what a shame

Who'll win the race today
Haven't a chance
Play the game

Well I'm tired of thinking, of thinking, thinking
The warnings, the worries, the pressures
Forget it for a minute and....

Get Automatic, Get Automatic
Move Automatic, All Automatic

I'm always punching in
Can't find the means to an end
Punch me out!

I like the cloud I'm on
Would rather ride

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