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Control Headed towards you like a bullet Winds up to 105 mph they say Sweeping, spinning, stirring Power is out of your hands Fear will take over Helplessness is your aura And lost control is your essence
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
Losing it
Control Headed towards you like a bullet Winds up to 105 mph they say Sweeping, spinning, stirring Power is out of your hands Fear will take over Helplessness is your aura And lost control is your essence
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
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