| You can keep your comfort
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| Paint your fences white
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| You can write your days up on a wall
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| Get up real early
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| And plant your garden
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| But you can’t tell the seeds when to grow
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| No, you can’t tell the seeds when to grow
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| And maybe you’re the God of your dominion
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| And maybe you’re the king of all you see
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| Maybe you are young, maybe you are strong
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| Put all your life in rows
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| But this world is still out of your control
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| You can wear your best coat
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| And heat your spaces
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| But you can’t tell the sun to warm your face
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| Put on your Sunday best
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| And fuss with your makeup
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| Cover up the wounds inside your heart
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| No, you can’t cover up the wounds inside your heart
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| And maybe you’re the God of your dominion
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| And maybe you’re the king of all you see
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| Maybe you are young, maybe you are strong
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| Put all your life in rows
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| But this world is still out of your control
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| And the birds of the sky
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| Get along just fine out of your sight (yeah)
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| Go ahead, you can try
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| But in the end all you’ll find is there’s a reason that some things
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| Oh, some things are left out of your control
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| See your pretty smile
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| And let your heart go
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| Try to force the love to be returned
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| There’s no way, can’t force a love to be returned (ooh yeah)
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| And maybe you’re the God of your dominion
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| And maybe you’re the king of all you see
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| Maybe you are young, maybe you are strong
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| Put all your life in rows
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| But this world
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| It’s still out of your control
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| Out of your control |