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Out of Control
I give my love
It feels right on the minute
But the vacancy arrives when I’m no longer in it
I should stay here
But I can’t stand up without my shame
I have to pack my things
It feels wrong as I walk down the lane
It’s a pretty window
The walls around it are playing cards
I let myself breathe a little
And I let down my guard
I’m shaking by that window
Wondering when it’s going to end
But the feeling starts all over
When it comes around again
I’ll stand with you in the black
Where there is no way of knowing
The ocean lays like a blanket
Tortured by the wind blowing
And there on the sand
I’ll lay you down and sing
While the cosmos watch over us
A thread in the grand scheme of things
