Sunny days are sad Second chance is past Even hearts they breaking Cut inside like shattered glass Can't predict the future But you know it's true That
oh ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah don't make it hard for me i need to nip this now before it's too late so what are the reasons you be questioning
Is this yellow brick road going anywhere? Am I missing my train? How am I getting there? Don't know where it goes, but I know it's meant for me. Yeah,
You calling You crying But I don't know what to say We tried but We got nowhere And it ain't gonna change You know I never meant to break your heart
Ooooohhhh... I miss my girl... [Verse 1:] I'm feeling homeless in the aftermath And I don't know how else I'm supposed to act No matter what I did...
Sunny days are sad Second chance is past Even hearts they breaking Cut inside like shattered glass Can't predict the future But you know it's true
Is this yellow brick road going anywhere? Am I missing my train? How am I getting there? Don't know where it goes, but I know it's meant for me. Yeah
: This promise conceived us something so unbreakable has managed to turn out so fashionable. Give in to the crowd (one day you'll have this all figured
there as you faded away at the end of my day I found out you weren't worth what I thought of you what I thought of you write this down in your diary
: Pon tus sucias manos ante el espejo, recoje la cosecha de tu campo de batalla mientras comenzamos nuestra evasion. Nadie bendice tus podridas manos
payback so, yo I wanna run for president, and the focal point when I'm campaigning Is to put FEMA to work on a plantation at Camp David Demand payment
run. when all the wonders of the world have hidden strings, to die!, she cries, when its now or never until the end wasnt today, the day god died and you camped
owners of your life Here you?re not allowed to think [x2] Only to obey Kill a brother and receive your medal Obey the order and write Your name for history
: I can't write left-handed Would you please write a letter, write a letter to my mother? Tell her to tell, tell her to tell, tell her to tell the family
Night ridin on 'em like my last name Hasselhoff Voted unlikely to succeed cause my class was full Of naysayers, cheaters and thieves All it gave me was a good enough reason to leave And put the writing
