That's why I'm thru with love. I'm thru with love, I'll never fall again. Said I do to love, Don't ever call again. For I must have you I've locked my heart. I keep my feelings there.

Sometimes you'll laugh Sometimes you'll cry You'll find your point when You will exhale (yeah, yeah, say) Everyone falls in love sometime Sometimes it's wrong, and sometimes it's right For every win, someone must fail But there comes a point when

Meet me in the morning 56th and Wabasha Is right before the dawn Little rooster crowin' There must be something on his mind Well, I struggled through barbed wire Felt the hail fall from above Look at the sun Sinkin' like a ship

Dark necessities are part of my design Yeah, you don't know my mind You don't know my kind Tell the world that I'm falling from the sky Everything must go away Ah, what do you say? The darkness helps to sort the shine Do you want it, do you want it now?

That's why I'm thru with love. I'm thru with love, I'll never fall again. Said I do to love, Don't ever call again. For I must have you I've locked my heart. I keep my feelings there.

There is no forever, just today Don't let your sacrifice waste away Insinuations of what might be Trading life for life It all must fall It must end with us It must end with me Fight through deprivation There will be no sleep

I want a little girl I want a little girl, call my own. She must be someone who's all alone now. Say, I want a little girl To fall in love with me, oh yeah. I want a little girl, but she may not look Just like a picture in a story book. If she can cook

So save me, before I fall So save me, I don't wanna be all alone Who do I have? Heaven and hell, my friend, my friend I won't fit in here Everything must end Hello, from the dark side end Does anybody here wanna be my friend? (my friend) Want it all to

Into the arms of sorrow Deeper I'm falling Follow me down Blindly descending The echoes of my voice The shadows I cast There must be serenity Imprisoned, inside this mind Hiding behind the empty smiles

Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling, It's you, it's you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow, Or when the valley's