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Pretty baby, don't you know, times they are a changin' |
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Every little moment we grow up we lose control |
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Life's a loaded gun with no directions |
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And it keeps you on the run, it has no mercy |
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Mum and daddy went to war, never coming back no more |
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Did you ever think they'd make you whole again |
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Maybe someone dropped a bomb |
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Just right into the middle of your soul-they're in control |
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You got to get out of control again - no more control again |
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You're getting whole again - ain't no control again |
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You got to get out of control |
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20th century honey bee, what you're doing is what you'll be |
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Life's no dress rehearsal when you bring the honey in |
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Everything seems wrong to thee |
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Nurtured from the poison of reality that has no mercy |
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All your friends went for the thrill, now it's yours to grab the kill |
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Did you ever think you're getting whole again |
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Maybe someone send a priest with some religion cooking in a bowl |
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They're in control |
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You got to get out of control again... |
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What's the ****ing thing about control, did you think you'd ever getting |
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whole |
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Just as long as there is no control, they have no control of you at all |
