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Intro: Am
AmCamphor crossed with lace, it is the witching hour CineCmatic but crude AmTeasing all my feelings out, you move away It seems soFmaj7 natural to you
AmStill siren, climbing up the victory tower Like there's Csomething left to prove AmI trap the beads of sweat that run between my eyes And free the Fmaj7fever to move
CI'm drawing the line, I'm drawing the line I'm drawing the line, I draw the linGe And EmI have my pridCe
I'm taking control, I'm taking control
I'm taking control, I'm taking controGl And EmI save my souCl
I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you ouGt And EmI have no doubtC
(And then it goes like this.. ) Dreamt the sound of scissors, cutting stitches out Then discarding the used Recording all my problems onto memory cards Your compassion unmoved Onto others what they always do to you The most twisted of your rules Distill malaise and photograph the hole it leaves Running out a copy for you I'm drawing the line, I'm drawing the line I'm drawing the line, I draw the line And I have my pride I'm taking control, I'm taking control I'm taking control, I'm taking control And I save my soul I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out And I have no doubt