Hey nice to know ya Whoa, yeah, yeah Burnin' down the circus Don't know how to work this out (Hey nice to know ya Hey nice to know ya) Started out a novice Finished like an artist Cryin' in the lobby, oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh It's finally coming into focus (Focus) You're lying and I think you know it But you're too afraid to face the storm you helped create Yeah, this is bullshit (Bullshit) And did you think I wouldn't notice? (Notice) Cracks in your theory

What if nothing ever will change? Whoa, oh oh whoa, oh oh whoa, oh oh whoa Oh I'm caught between your love and a hard place I'm caught between your love and a hard place, oh I'm caught between your love and a hard place But I, I'd rather fight Than lose

My heart beats for love It's the sound that I hear, tells me not to give up It breathes in my chest and It runs through my blood Whoa ooh oh oh oh yeah I'm screaming out, can you hear me now? I've been stranded on a lonely street Got lost in the shadows

I don't wanna be eighty-five, singing "Whoa, no, I think I missed it, I was chasing money" Caught it so easy like the common cold, ooh, ooh Tossing and tossing and turning around Trying and trying to sweat it all out Kicking the habit that's pulling me

Oh things ain't what they used to be, no no Whoa, ah, mercy mercy me Where did all the blue skies go? Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east Whoa mercy, mercy me, Oil wasted on the oceans and upon our seas, fish full of mercury

Give a little bit Give a little bit of your love to me I'll give a little bit of my life for you Oh, yeah, come along too Here we go again Hey hey, whoa no, da na, hey hey, yeah I'll give a little bit of my love to you

She don't like the lights whoah woh oh She don't, she don't, She don't like the lights Don't wanna share with no one else, Want me to herself She don't like the flash, wanna keep us in the dark She don't like the fame, hated when we're miles apart And

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

Dance, ooh ooh Whoa-oh, oh oh I know that I'm carrying on, never mind if I'm showing off I was just frontin' (you know I want ya babe) I'm ready to bet it all, unless you don't care at all But you know I want ya (you should stop frontin' babe) So then we