You don't remember my name.
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I don't really care.
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Can we play the game your way?
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Can I really lose control?
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Just once in my life,
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I think it'd be nice,
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Just to lose control, just once,
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With all the pretty flowers in the dust.
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Mary had a lamb.
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His eyes black as coals.
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If we play very quiet, my lamb,
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Mary never has to know.
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Just once in my life,
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I think it'd be nice,
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Just to lose control, just once.
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If I cut you down to a thing I can use,
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I fear there will be nothing good left of you.
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Lose Control
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| Evanescence |
