You were always in control

You were never out of hand

You were so damns perfect

It was hard to understand

 

Well you always had a goal

And you always had a pain

And if you had the control

Then I´ll never understand

 

Now you´re talking like a man

who´s been walking the street

blistered feeet on. on that hot concrete

singing songs. begging palms.

for an alm or two

 

So I think you outta know

That I never held your hand

Yeah you were always in control

And I´ll never understand

 

Mine is a wandering mind. is a wanderin mind....

 

You were always in control

You were never out of hand

You were so damns perfect

It was hard to understand

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