(Verse 1) Close your eyes, they can't see what you have become. Close your eyes, dont' stare at what can't be redone. It hurts too deep, it's just like
billion voices I'm one small note in a world of 6 billion singers... 6 billion singers I'm background noise in this world of 6 billion voices... 6 billion voices I'm one
Looking down, 30,000 miles above the ground, the guy behind me says he's scared to death. Can't sit still and he's short of breath, but no one hears
Let me break this down yea, how the story comes together after you split in two. The world is spinning round how devastated you become lose the other
This is Ms. Forever Tragic, Ms. Miss-enthusiastic This is Ms. So-dramatic falling in love... Once upon a land mine, there was a bomb shell on the edge
Wake me up at 4 in the morning, I wanna see the sun come up. I know you don't really care but it's something I've been dreaming of. Get me out of this
It sounds cliche but this is one more song I wrote spent some time alone Now I pray that all these words are loud enough to get back home Are you listening
Thats what i get for telling the truth If you pick at something it will never heal but you do it anyway so you can feel get your shoes and hurry got
She's got a mouth like a trucker and a mind like a rollercoaster. She's got her finger on the trigger and she's sure-fire ready to go. She's got a body
clothes That were messing up the lobby floor It's just apartment house rules So all you 'partment fools Remember: one man's ceiling is another man's floor! One
got locked up I wanna go I wanna go back home I gotta I gotta go back home I wanna go I wanna go back home I gotta I gotta go back home (Verse1) Gotta
one... Baby, take me home tonight Baby, lay me doooown... Baby, girl it's only right Baby, you're the one... Baby, you're the one for me Baby, (yeaaah
s an excuse to go home, She complicates her profundity, With whom she goes to bed, She says she wants to have some fun, She's looking out for number one
hustlin' Every day they hustlin' John calls her with the number Home with her local lover Who was it that picked up the phone? Oh, that was just my brother She goes
your pockets charity begins at home keep your hands in your pockets charity won't leave you alone everywhere that we turn there are mouths to be fed how can we sleep the battle goes
I hate to say but I think it's strange, That not a day goes by that doesn't change, And so I take it, Sometimes I break it, I know I'm not the same. One
come back home To see you're not that kind And find the strength To find the strength So now your on your own Won't you come back home To see you're
are now in the strip club, in ... Magic City. [beeper goes off] Ohh - somebody's beeper goin' - yo, oh hey hey hey, hold on. Yeah, that's the one by me
