You're gonna gonna fly with every dream you chase We just have to believe things work out like they they should Life has no guarantees, but always loved by me You're gonna gonna see that sometimes bad is good You're gonna gonna be 6 pounds and 9 ounces, lookin' up at me Like I

And I think it's gonna gonna be a long, long, time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they they think I am at home Oh, no no no I'm a rocket man Burnin' out his fuse Up there alone She packed my bags last night, pre-flight

What about your friends, will they they stand their ground, Will they they let you down again? What about your friends, are they they gonna be lowdown, Will they they ever be around, Or will they they turn their backs on you? So to speak hypothetically Say I supply creativity to

Lot of love to let you It's gonna gonna take a lot of love to let you Go, oh-oh-oh Go, oh-oh-oh (Oh, oh) I could cry to you, fight with you Beg you to stay but I won't try to change your mind I can't make you love me if you don't They They say, "If you love them

Come On, Everybody! Get on, with your party! And don't let nobody say you're wrong. So you've lost control, But they'll never steal your soul That they're gonna gonna spoil your fun.

Well, well, well, so I can die easy Here they they come In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn All I want for you to do is take my body home Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus, gonna make up/out siviers Jesus, gonna make up my dyin' bed Meet me,

Hungry but we won't give in. We're hungry but we won't give in. When am I gonna gonna make a living? It's gonna gonna take a while before I give in. There's no end to what you can do. They'll waste your body and soul if you allow them to. Put the blame on no one

Resolutions, baby they they come and go Will I do any of these things? The answers probably no If there's one thing I must do, despite my greatest fears I'm gonna gonna say to you, I felt all of these years I'm gonna gonna tell you how I feel Next year, things are gonna gonna

Oh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to When they they kick out your front door How you gonna gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun Shot down on the pavement

You're always holding on to stars Who you are, who you are I think they're better from afar 'Cause no one is gonna gonna save us So don't you ever kiss me Don't you wish on me Why can't you see that no one's gonna gonna save us? It never came true