| Are you receiving me? |
| I’ll give you
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| Something to write home about
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| Put the colour back in your cheeks and take the
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| «Milk of» out
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| Call it what you will, I’ll call it
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| Pontiac to home girl
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| Born to the losing side, over and out
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| And you have no faults and I had no mouth
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| So we’ll sit in silence and figure that out
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| And I will have lost all heart and all soul
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| You have, you have, you have, you have, you have
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| Control
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| I failed to issue the mayday
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| You still broke the spell that bound me
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| There’s a man on my chest seems to have a
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| False sense of right
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| Call me a fool, I’ll call it
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| Pontiac to home girl
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| Never meant to win the war
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| Over and out
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| And you have no faults and I had no mouth
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| So we’ll sit in silence and figure that out
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| I will have lost all heart and all soul
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| You have, you have, you have, you have, you have
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| Control
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| Control
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| Born again, torn again
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| Lead a revolution
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| Once in a lifetime the hope remains
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| Blood rushes out through my eyes
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| Through my eyes
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| And you have no faults and I had no mouth
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| So we’ll sit in silence and figure that out
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| And I will have lost all heart and all soul
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| You have, you have, you have, you have, you have
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| Control
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| And he had no mind and I had no mouth
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| So I’ll lie in silence and figure that out
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| And I will have lost all heart and all soul
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| He has, he has, he has, he has, he has
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| He has control
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| Control
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| Control |