| 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 and it keeps you on the run
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| It has no mercy
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| Mum and daddy went to war
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| 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
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| They’re in control
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| You got to get out of control again
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| You got to get out of control again
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| No more control again
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| You’re getting whole again
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| 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, nurtured from the poison of reality
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| 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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| You got to get out of control again
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| No more control again
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| You’re getting whole again
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| Ain’t no control again
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| You got to get out of control
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| What’s the fucking thing about control
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| Did you think you’d ever getting whole
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| Just as long as there is no control
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| They have no control of you at all
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| You got to get out of control again
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| You got to get out of control again
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| No more control again
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| You’re getting whole again
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| Ain’t no control again
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| You got to get out of control |