Rey Pila - Nerds Lyrics
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Nerds
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What Are The Lyrics For Nerds By Rey Pila?
Every time I go to bed all the things I hate come out
The uniform they choose to wear shines bright guides the night Everything I see as I walk into the hall makes me want to seek the places I call home And everyone I see as I'm walking further on makes me want to seek the places I call home Control, control, control, is all that I have the things that I own So give my control, control, control is all that I have the things that I own Control is all that I have is all that I own Is all that I have control the things that I have the things that I own Is all that I have control, control Every time I go to bed all the things I hate come out The uniform they choose to wear shines bright guides the night Everything I see as I walk into the hall makes me want to seek the places I call home And everyone I see as I'm walking further on makes me want to seek the places I call home Control, control, control, is all that I have the things that I own So give my control, control, control is all that I have the things that I own Control is all that I have is all that I own Is all that I have control the things that I have the things that I own Is all that I have control, control Control, control is all that I have is all that I know So give my control, control is all that I have the things that I own |
Who Wrote Nerds By Rey Pila?
Rodrigo Blanco, Diego Solorzano Casarin, Andres Velasco
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