Monday morning
Eighteen years of dawning
I say how long?
Say how long?
It was one dull morning
Woke the world with falling
I was so sad, so sad
They were so bad, so bad
I had the feeling it was out of control
I was of the opinion it was out of control
Boys and Girls
Go to the school and girls
They make children
Not like this one
I had the feeling it was out of control
I was of the opinion it was out of control
I was of a feeling it was out of control
I had the opinion it was out of control
Out of control...out of control...out of control...out of control...out of
control...
I fought fate
There's blood on the garden gate
The man said childhood
It's in his childhood
One day I'll die
The choice will not be mine
Will it be too late?
You can't fight fate
I was of a feeling it was out of control
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