Control

Until I should die, until I should break
 Not a god, not a devil my soul shall take
 If I should lie to betray myself
 Then I would damn myself, and my soul forsake
 I don't want fifteen minutes, want a whole lot more
 Don't want to suffer the fools and the spoils of war
 I don't want fifteen minutes, or a reason why
 I want a stainless steel road stretching off to the sky
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 I don't need sentiment, want, or hate on my mind
 No crimes of passion or obsessions in kind
 No walls, restraints, or momentary thrill
 No blood on my hands, no time to kill
 I want more body, I want more soul
 Flick the switch to automatic, I want control
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 I want control
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 I want control
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 I want control
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 If I should give in, if I should turn away
 Not a god, not a devil my soul could save
 I want more body, I want more soul
 Flick the switch to automatic, I want control
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 I want control
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 I want control
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 I want control
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 I want control
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 I want control
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 I want control