And start all over I'm gonna start all over Out of the fire and into the fire again You make me want to forget Here it comes straight out of my mind or worse Another chance to get burned It's so easy You disrupt me Can't complain

They're just spies And the spies came out of the water But you're feeling so bad 'cause you know They're all spies They're going to find us I awake to find no peace of mind I said how do you live as a fugitive Down here where I cannot see so clear I

Let's put that boot to the pedal, aw, that pedal to the metal We ain't gotta settle for the same old sames It's called leaving for a reason, mistakes are made for making We don't know which hell we go Roads we've never taken Bucket seats, bucket lists

And Bingo was his name-o. There was a farmer who had a dog, (Clap)-I-N-G-O (Clap)-(clap)-N-G-O (Clap)-(clap)-(clap)-G-O (Clap)-(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-O (Clap)-(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-(clap)

Se le paga con la misma moneda (woah) Se le paga con la misma moneda Pero cuando tú Era demasiado tarde yeah Con tu película a otra parte yeah Ahora le pago con la misma moneda yo (woah) Ya sé que vas a llorar Quisiste remediar Solo me dio traición

Oh, how I love Jesus Because He first loved me There is a name I love to hear I love to sing its worth It sounds like music in my ear The sweetest name on earth Because He first loved me It tells me of a Savior's love Who died and set me free

It ain't pretty, it ain't pretty When a heart breaks Had a feeling, I was feeling alright But it just happened to be Saturday night I put my lipstick on a little too bright Then I took a deep breathe and started to drive He'd let me in without a cover

The most loneliest day of my life Such a lonely day And it's mine Should be banned It's day that I can't stand Shouldn't exist It's day that Ill never miss And if you go, I wanna go with you And if you die, I wanna die with you

I'm an American, I'm an American She's an American beauty I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out I'm an American psycho American Psycho (I'm an American, I'm an American) I think I fell in love again Maybe

Got to write a classic Got to write it in an attic Baby, I'm an addict now An addict for your love And it's not what I mean I mean it's not what it seems I just keep living for dreams I was a stray boy And you was my best toy