OUT OF CONTROL
Monday morningEighteen years of dawningI said how long?You say how long?
It was one dull morningI woke the world with bawlingI was so sad (so sad)They were so glad
I was of the feeling it was out of controlI had the opinion it was out of control
Boys and girlsGo to schoolAnd girlsThey make childrenNot like this one
I was of the feeling it was out of controlI had the opinion it was out of control
I was of the feeling it was out of controlI had the opinion it was out of control
I fought fateThere's blood at the garden gateThe man said childhoodIt's in his childhood
One day I'll dieThe choice will not be mineWill it be too late?You can't fight fate
I was of the feeling it was out of controlI had the opinion it was out of control
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