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I' m a Control-freak |
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But I can' t control my feet. |
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Each step leads off the cliff, |
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Life is out my grip, I' m a Follower. |
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I' m a Control-freak, |
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But I can' t control my feet. |
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Each step leads off the cliff |
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I just swallow my pride and follow. |
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Everything is melancholy, I' ve rarely met a jolly |
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man that weren' t very merry friends with unmeasured folly. |
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I' ma try to dodge insanity and keep a lot of honor, |
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but love' s a fight that could take the peace out the Dala Lama. |
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Belladonna' s synonym of Bella-Donna drama |
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when a woman wants a fellow to wear a doggy-collar. |
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When a man ain' t making an effort and |
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he can' t express his damn feelings - he raises his F' ing hand. |
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He raped her, he left and ran, the ravens ate her corpse |
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while unexpressed-maggots squirmed th rough his train of thoughts. |
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He could only share them when he squeezed the nine, |
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he blew his brains out the back so he could free his mind. . . |
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I' m a Control-freak, |
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But I can' t control my feet. |
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Each step leads off the cliff |
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I just swallow my pride and follow. |
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Life is real wicked, I' m the pussy the lil' midget |
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bullied and pushed around and I' ve just gotta deal with it. |
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' Til I grab the gat, grab the bullet out the Pocket, |
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put it in the barrel, cock it, pull it back and pop it. |
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I find relief with a stanza, |
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with a banging-beat to release all my anger. |
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my girl' s been beefing with Leukemia-Cancer, |
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the evil enhancer, and I keep begging God for a reasonable answer. |
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I can' t even reach for her hands, hold her and hug her, |
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only hold my head up boldly, coldly hope she' ll recover. |
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Covered in masks and ugly plastic-gloves |
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But nasty blood-cancer can' t get pass the love. |
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I' m a Control-freak |
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But I can' t control my feet. |
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Each step leads off the cliff, |
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Life is out my grip, I' m a Follower. |
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I' m a Control-freak, |
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But I can' t control my feet. |
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Each step leads off the cliff |
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I just swallow my pride and follow. |
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Life' s not a bitch, it' s the other way round |
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When she shouts. . . we' re the ones to stay down. |
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We can be beat, torn, battered, tortured, abandonned, |
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But we' ll always be back like her loyal companion. |
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Because life leads, we just follow, |
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this sorrow and pain, tomorrow, will probably make me less hollow. |
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I' ll gain, knowledge, strength and power, settle down and smell the flowers |
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while everybody else rows for several hours, |
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Sour over nothing. . . why d' you gotta fight? |
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Doggys bite each other for the last word but nobodys right. |
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This song is called Life, the mood in the air |
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says move to the rythm like it' s Musical Chairs. . . |
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I' m a Control-freak |
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But I can' t control my feet. |
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Each step leads off the cliff, |
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Life is out my grip, I' m a Follower. |
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I' m a Control-freak, |
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But I can' t control my feet. |
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Each step leads off the cliff |
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I just swallow my pride and follow. |
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