Without emotions, without feelings,
Without love, without hate.
Life is just a clock ticking, ticking, ticking...
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds,
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds.
Searching until my hands bleed,
This flower don't belong to me.
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds.
Searching until my hands bleed,
This flower don't belong to me.
Hoobastank - Out Of Control
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