| Oh, why are you staring at your phone?
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| There’s nobody in there with a life worth living
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| Nobody in there that isn’t wishing
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| They were just an empty shell without no substance
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| No purpose, another from the circus
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| Direction, connection, got another mention
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| What does it mean?
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| We’re all machines
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| Control, control me
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| Control, control me
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| You cut me open, and pull me apart
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| A hollow chest instead of a heart
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| Control, control me
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| Control, control me
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| You do what you want with me, baby
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| Till I am spent, I’m so content
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| I’ve been thinking how I get here
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| Waking up in a bed that wasn’t mine
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| I had the strangest of dreams
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| Where everything was normal but it wasn’t right
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| Men made of shadow with an awful grin
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| Planted the deep beneath my skin
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| I wear a face that isn’t mine
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| Do what you please anytime
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| Control, control me
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| Control, control me
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| You cut me open, and pull me apart
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| A hollow chest instead of a heart
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| Control, control me
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| Control, control me
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| You do what you want with me, baby
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| Till I am spent, I’m so content
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| Control, control me
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| Control, control me
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| You cut me open, and pull me apart
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| A hollow chest instead of a heart
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| Control, control me
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| Control, control me
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| You do what you want with me, baby
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| Till I am spent, I’m so content |