I gotta get back my baby Get back my baby Lonely is taking over now and my heart’s kinda heavy so I’m feeling kind of hopeless now, should have never messed around You never know what you got ‘til the moment that you lose it Sitting here staring at the

It's a kind of magic The bell that rings inside your mind Is challenging the doors of time There can be only one This rage that lasts a thousand years Will soon be done A kind of magic One dream one soul one prize one goal One golden glance of what

My kind of town, Chicago is It's my kind of town Now this could only happen to a guy like me And only happen in a town like this So may I say to each of you most gratefully As I throw each one of you a kiss This is my kind of town, Chicago is My kind of

I see your face in every flower Your eyes in stars above The very thought of you And I forget to do The little ordinary things That everyone ought to do I'm living in a kind of daydream I'm happy as a king And foolish though it may seem

Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alien nation Where everything isn't meant to be okay Television dreams of tomorrow We're not the ones who're meant to follow For that's enough to argue Don't wanna be an American idiot Don't want a nation

He's just a singer, a natural born guitar ringer Kind of a clinger to sad old songs He's not a walk-behinder, he's a new note finder But his name's a reminder Of a blues man that's already gone So he started drinkin', took some things that messed up his

I want a Sunday Kind of Love. A love to last, past Saturday night. And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight. And I want a, a love that's on the square. Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care. And I'm on a lonely road that leads to

Nobody stands in between me and my man It's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones) What kind of fuckery is this? You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh, Slick Rick) And thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did) Can't believe you played me out like

You’ve got the wrong song This one’s about a liar and a cheater Don’t know what kind of spell you think I’m under This ain't a "feel-good, everything's fine" sing-along Who didn’t know what he had 'till it was gone You’ve got the wrong girl 'cause I got

I want a Sunday kind of love A love to last past Saturday night And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight And I want a Sunday kind of love I want a a love that's on the square Can't seem to find somebody Someone to care And I'm on a lonely