Strange Celebrity - Control Lyrics
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Control
Control Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Control By Strange Celebrity?
I feel feelings from long ago
Branded on my soul, welcome to my show I've been searching through the past through the things that didn't last And I've been coming up short and I wanna be where you are I don't want to wait anymore 'cause I've tried And I don't wanna lose this time I don't want to wait anymore 'Cause, it hurts me so that I feel I've lost control I deal dealings in my mind from memories left behind That keep running through my head I try so hard but always trip, you're at my fingertips Telling me this love?s not and I wanna be where you are I don't want to wait anymore 'cause I've tried And I don't wanna lose this time I don't want to wait anymore 'Cause it hurts me so that I feel I'm losing control Just give me half a chance And I won't let you down I feel feelings from long ago Branded on my soul, welcome to my show I don't wanna wait anymore, 'cause I've tried And I don't wanna lose this time I don't want to wait anymore 'Cause It hurts me so that I feel I'm losing control I don't wanna wait anymore, 'cause I've tried And I don't wanna lose this time I don't want to wait anymore 'Cause It hurts me so that I feel I'm losing control |
Who Wrote Control By Strange Celebrity?
Juan Luis Morera, Armando Christian Perez, Carlos Ortiz, Chris Brown, Luis Enrique Ortiz Rivera
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What's The Duration Of The Control By Strange Celebrity?The duration of Control is 4:08 minutes and seconds. |
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