You will have a pardon Take me to the alley Take me to the afflicted ones Take me to the lonely ones That somehow lost their way Let them hear me say I am your friend Come to my table Rest here in my garden

Hey, you and me will be always Now, see, your clothes your shoes and your best friends They ain't gonna stay the same Your reckless years and your mistakes I promise you, they fade away But trust me, the one thing that nothing in this world can change

Love don't really happen If we could be together would that make you happy? And If it wouldn't, tell your girlfriend to get at me Always be like this, no Oh no no, yeah I know the secret we share Look what this feeling has done to me There's something

So if you want to be my no. 1, if you want to be my no. 1 Let me know your future plans I heard you say to me you want to be my no. 1 So let's talk about it, sister, now the game has just begun I heard you telling friends that you are my no. 1 But not

I started thinkin' 'bout you up in Milwaukee It was rainin' when we reached Chicago But the tears didn't start rollin' down my cheeks 'Til we rolled into Kokomo - Kokomo I tol' some friends you came from Gary 'Tho your home was Naptown Last time I saw

It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret) 41 shots (you can get killed just for living in) No secret my friend You can get killed just for living in your American skin Is it a gun (is it a gun), is it a knife (is it a knife) 41 shots, and we'll take that

I'm no savior of yours and you're no friend of mine You're no friend of mine These old letters from years ago I felt it was leading to a When I wrote this I may have been finally able to address how it feels Another brick-red room, another black-top town

You're face to face With the man who sold the world We passed upon the stair We spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there He said I was his friend Which came as some surprise

We used to be friends What have I become to you I don't understand Turn it backwards For me to hurt When everything else is fading We used to be inner circle Take my good word Turn your back on me

Did your hood show you love?, did the hoes say you fly? If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky For the trillest, for the trillest As the champagne boils and the campaigns roar And the lights shine bright every night that plug,