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2. The Dead South - In Hell I'll Be In Good Company 
3. Álvaro Soler - A Contracorriente (ft. David Bisbal)
Tender - Machine
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Oh, why are you staring at your phone?
There's nobody in there with a life worth living
Nobody in there that isn't wishing
They were just an empty shell without no substance
No purpose, another from the circus
Direction, connection, got another mention
What does it mean?
We're all machines
Control, control me
Control, control me
You cut me open, and pull me apart
A hollow chest instead of a heart
Control, control me
Control, control me
You do what you want with me, baby
Till I am spent, I'm so content
I've been thinking how I get here
Waking up in a bed that wasn't mine
I had the strangest of dreams
Where everything was normal but it wasn't right
Men made of shadow with an awful grin
Planted the [?] deep beneath my skin
I wear a face that isn't mine
Do what you please anytime
Control, control me
Control, control me
You cut me open, and pull me apart
A hollow chest instead of a heart
Control, control me
Control, control me
You do what you want with me, baby
Till I am spent, I'm so content
Control, control me
Control, control me
You cut me open, and pull me apart
A hollow chest instead of a heart
Control, control me
Control, control me
You do what you want with me, baby
Till I am spent, I'm so content
There's nobody in there with a life worth living
Nobody in there that isn't wishing
They were just an empty shell without no substance
No purpose, another from the circus
Direction, connection, got another mention
What does it mean?
We're all machines
Control, control me
Control, control me
You cut me open, and pull me apart
A hollow chest instead of a heart
Control, control me
Control, control me
You do what you want with me, baby
Till I am spent, I'm so content
I've been thinking how I get here
Waking up in a bed that wasn't mine
I had the strangest of dreams
Where everything was normal but it wasn't right
Men made of shadow with an awful grin
Planted the [?] deep beneath my skin
I wear a face that isn't mine
Do what you please anytime
Control, control me
Control, control me
You cut me open, and pull me apart
A hollow chest instead of a heart
Control, control me
Control, control me
You do what you want with me, baby
Till I am spent, I'm so content
Control, control me
Control, control me
You cut me open, and pull me apart
A hollow chest instead of a heart
Control, control me
Control, control me
You do what you want with me, baby
Till I am spent, I'm so content
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