There ain't nothin' common 'bout us In this ordinary world Where nothin' is enough Everything is grey Mistake your love for lust When I hold you in my arms I will die if I don't try Damned if I ask why This is somethin' real

I'm not waiting, I'm coming for you my love All this waiting is taking its toll This is beginning, we realize We're celebrating the modest life A chance at your wishes, a wish for more Everyone's waiting at an open door A sneaking suspicion is in your

The sky is crying, Can you see the tears roll down the street. I my baby early one morning She was walking on down the street I got a real, real fine feeling That my baby she don't love me no more I've been looking for my baby And I've been wondering

No need to state the obvi', I be close to your heart I know you looking for real love I got my hand on my Glock, posted on the block I might just let off a shot, at anyone tryin' to kill love Are you who I be in this weekend If so, let's get lost in the

I know I love you now But will I love you then? You can see it in my eyes It doesn't really matter 'Cause man I'm cold Man I'm toothless Man my heart is so suddenly useless What a fool you've landed Oh oh oh what a fool you call home

You're sleeping, son, I know But, really, this can't wait I wanted to explain Before it gets too late For your mother and me Love has finally died This is no happy home But God knows how I've tried

You are the crutch of this disease And I've been locked in your machine Sit here and rot, or break this deal My mouth is shut, my lips are sealed Your state of mind revealed That my love for you was real They say in time wounds heal But I got nothing

No baby this is not an illusion So tell me you believe in love I've really got my heart out on my sleeve Oh baby this is not an illusion There's magic between you and me 'Cause its not an illusion to me I promise falling for me Won't be a mistake You

It's not right, it's not right for you (Oh) You got one life to love what you do In the end, in the end If you even have to think about it (Oh) If you really have to think about it (Oh) My head, my head is full of things that I should've done My heart,

Shoot you with desire My gun's for hire The word is out that I'm about And I've come gunning for you I'm a real entertainer, a mischief maker A lover of no fixed abode Quick draw on the floor No law give you more Sweet talker, lover of sin