It's 10am and your coffee's staining the counter

Stayed up all night tiny bites in your pencil lead

Outside the cold leaves cracks and your hands like leather

The faucet leaks as you weep at the last thing he said

Control it's an illusion

Control you take what you get

Control dancing along

Feeling lost in the Music

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It's 2am and the streets washed clean with the weather

The brick reflects your trench coat as you duck from the wind

Inside you pockets bits of receipt paper

Can't remember what you bought or why the print's faded

Control

It's an illusion

Control you. take what you get

Control like dancing along

Feeling lost in the music

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