(Lyrics: Gold / Music: Gold-Lloyd-Echolette)
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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
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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-they're in control
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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
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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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Hurtured from the poison of reality that has no mercy
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All your friends went for the thrill
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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
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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 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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Control
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Alphaville |