So why don't you go? I don't wanna waste this anymore I've been spending too much time just waiting for you Yeah-ah Just go I don't wanna waste this
know When the waves take all control You've got no choice but to let it go. I will find your sail And I will rescue you. I will never leave You're the spirit
I've been digging around, Trying to figure her out, Trying to find what her heart wants. Leave me buried in sand With a shovel in hand If I can't make
I've gotta keep this up, Keep my eyes set on what I want I can't stop looking at you, Thinking of you Thinking of you, you, you I see your eyes in blue
I think I like you I don't even know you But something is telling me that I think I need you You're like my thoughts come true And I can't argue with
: Yeah, this is the testimony of our conscience (This is my heart) That in holiness and Godly sincerity Not in flesh and wisdom have we been above reproach
but now I'm chillin with A Few Good Men Assassination on the kid from the capitol I never play the soap opera but now I'm a General Hospital Condition critical, spirit
slave I will be different I'll stand here defiantly My middle finger raised Fuck your prejudice All my life Always I've felt alone Conditioned to believe
in to the power of the music that I write - the power of the music of the night . . . (During all this, the PHANTOM has conditioned CHRISTINE to the
warfare [Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone] A nigga got a flow that's so sick, my shit is in critical condition And if there's a cure for this, I don't need a
til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone To get by.. just to get by Just to get by, just to get by We commute to computers Spirits stay
we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by We commute to computers Spirits stay
Rat, ta tat ta ta tat ta ta tat Then I woke up Doctor help me out, what's this all about? What's this condition I gotta figure out Am I really out?
The freedom I need is the freedom I leave In my good time rock and roll There's a healing in those guitars And a spirit in the song No matter what condition
Okay, I understand you guys are pleading insanity Claiming demonic spirits possessed you to do these hideous murders Can you please explain to this court How these so called spirits
In my way of livin' But they don't know the reason why I can't wait to tell them what is wrong with me Love without condition This is my addiction