Control
by Lucas Howard 
Genre: Folk
Lyrics
I’ve heard it’s either admiration or possession
No, you cannot have them both
It’s clear I speak a different language
By the face of confusion that you’ve sold
See, like a dog I will bark at things
That I don’t understand
These constant run-ins with your yesterdays
And places you have been
Cure me of my ailment
We have our stories we both can bend
In gambling my name, I placed the bet
And ended up a joke
Now I’m singin’ the same song
Until the barrier is broke
Blur these splintered visions
to
Cure me of my ailment
We have our stories we both can bend
Oh I’ll play it as if pretending that
I never run in place with my steps
What excuse can I use next?
Cure me of my ailment
We have our stories we both can bend
Oh I’ll play it as if pretending that
I never run in place with my steps
What excuse can I use next?
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