Listen to the rain fallin' day by day Listen to the rain fallin' day by day by day I hear you calling, voices are here again I hear you whisper, taking control of me Watch the dancing shadows run away All alone once again, afraid All these faces,

So pride yourself on what you are, And hold them all to words they can't take back, I've seen a place (it comes) to me in dreams Where fires die but light still shines for us to see So come test me, so come break me, So come on intoxicate me With hands

Inside my/your mind In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came That voice which calls to me And speaks my name And do I dream again? For now I find The phantom of the opera is there, Inside my mind

Oh-h-hh baby, here I go again Missin you crazy And oh-h-hh lately all I think about Oh-h-hh is what we could be doing now Been running this highway like a greyhound Ain't nothing left for me to see And sometimes I just wish that I could break down And

Through my rise and fall You told me that they can understand the man I am So why are we here talkin' to each other again Mirror on the wall, here we are again You've been my only friend With everything happening today You don't know whether you're

In these desperate times. This I plead. When all else fails remember me. Time and time again I stand at the crossroad. Where the weight of my burden eclipses my resolve. This broken path I've chosen, I walk it alone. Though I feel forgotten, you've

If all these words you speak of meant a thing I'd take back all the lines against you that I sing But I know that there's nothing real inside Your heart's invested in feeding everyone lies I've seen so many of you come and go, That's 'cause your in it

Here...I am...again. Hey now, hey now I'm the motherfucker of the year I can hear everything that's said I know they wish I'd go away I'm just a thorn in your side The disrespect in your eye I can't control myself I'm like a snake in your drain

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

It’s all right And struck it from my mind Would it still be there? What if I’d do anything to make it seem all right What if you knew it all along? What if I figured out that I did not belong? What if it always bothered me? What if I never did believe?