And I, I can't come alive I want the room to take me under 'Cause I can't help but wonder What if I had one more night for goodbye? These four walls and me In this time I've lost all sense of pride If I hear your voice I'll be fine If you're not here to

A head full of dreams Oh, I think I've landed Where there are miracles at work With a head full, a head full of dreams In a world I hadn't seen When I'm feeling ordinary When I don't know what I mean For the thirst and for the hunger

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress

And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches Needle and the thread You watch me bleed until I can't breathe I'm tripping over myself Gotta get you out of my head Gonna wind up dead Got a feeling that I'm going under But I know that I'll

Ghetto, mi seh the ghetto dem tired of crying Which path mi grow Ghetto, bare mad people mi know Ghetto, wickeder than action show Hungry days wi know Ghetto, pon crackers and water wi grow Ghetto, if a badness wi a pro Long rifle a shrub out Regular

If these are the things that Dreams are made of Why don't I dream anymore I'm in the garden All the trees bear fruit I have to pick them before they fall I finally grab one I hold it in my hand I open it up

Fitter, happier More productive Comfortable Not drinking too much Regular exercise at the gym, three days a week Getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries Eating well, no more microwave dinners and saturated fats A patient, better

But I ain't got no one sleepin' with me Maybe I love you Maybe I'm just kind of bored It is what it is And you ain't got nowhere that you need to be I think were thinking to hard To put on your shoes and get in your car

Todo va a salir mejor Porque vamos a vencer pronósticos Tú y yo seremos únicos Un romance un poco ilógico Si tu amor se ve nublado lo iluminaré con besos El clima cambiará haciendo el amor Tu sonrisa que hace salir el sol No hay preocupación No sé por

Tellement d’ennemis, tellement d’ennemis (saal) Ouais, j’n’écris que ce que je vis Parler, c’est penser tout bas (oui) Penser, c’est parler tout haut (oui) Sans être entendu, prends mon dû par le rendu Touchera sur ce que j’ai vendu Dans le bendo, bédo