I'm on automatic
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And you gotta flip the switch.
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Baby there's a box in the attic
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But I couldn't tell you which was which.
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It's all become a running joke.
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I'm what you might call simple folk.
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But everythingˇŻll turn out fine.
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Things are looking up.
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In the meantime
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Things are looking up.
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I'm swinging through the top of the valley,
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Felling like the missing link.
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But there's another schematic
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and look, she's getting me a drink
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While putting flowers on his crypt
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'Cause Valentino's lost the script.
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But everything'll turn out fine.
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Things are looking up.
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In the meantime
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Things are looking up.
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You blew another ring.
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I thought you'd quit.
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Along with calling misfits
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But it's me your looking up.
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I'm on automatic.
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The only person left to frisk.
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I know I'm being over-dramatic
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But I think I'm going to run that risk,
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Of walking down the same old plank.
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And maybe I'm about to tank,
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But everything'll turn out fine.
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Things are looking up.
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In the meantimeˇ¦
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Things are looking up
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In the meantime.
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On Automatic
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| Michael Penn |
