Every time I go to bed, all the things I hate come out
The uniform they choose to wear, shines bright
Guides the night
Everything I see as I walk into the hall
Makes me want to seek the places I call home
And everyone I see as I'm walking further on
Makes me want to seek the places I call home
Control, control, control, is all that I have the things that I own
So give my control, control, control is all that I have
The things that I own
Control, control, control, is all that I have, the things that I own
So give my control, control, control is all that I have
The things that I own
Every time I go to bed, all the things I hate come out
The uniform they choose to wear, shines bright
Guides the night
Everything I see as I walk into the hall
Makes me want to seek the places I call home
And everyone I see as I'm walking further on
Makes me want to seek the places I call home
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