What do I do now? All the plans we made don't work if you're not around So tell me, what am I gonna do with forever now? What do I do? What do I do now? Was gonna give you these flowers tonight Was gonna ask you to stay Practiced so that I would say it

Say you'll never turn and run Cause each and every beat of my heart Tells me you're the only one I know I can keep you satisfied I'll prove it tonight in so many ways That's a promise from the heart Words don't come easy I'll give you everything that I

Mister Sandman, bring me a dream Make it the cutest that I've ever seen Then tell her that my lonesome nights are over Mister Sandman, I'm so alone Don't have nobody to call my own Please turn on your magic beam Mister Sandman, bring us a dream Give her

"My father, came from Japan, in 1905 He was fifteen when he, immigrated from Japan He, he, he worked until he was able to buy To actually build a store" Let me tell you a story in the form of a dream I don't know why I have to tell it, but I know what it

In this American dream Well I guess it all depends on you Don't tell me that the sky is the limit 'Cause it ain't about what you can do It's a who knows who And your views They say the sky is the limit They said the sky is the limit And your views (in

Just close your eyes And pretend that everything's fine I'll tell you when We didn't come this far Lift you up again Give you to the trees All sound and visions are What they ask of me Let's run fast through the fields

Don't be mad, it's just the brand new kind of me It's been a while, I'm not who I was before You look surprised, your words don't burn me anymore Been meaning to tell you, but I guess it's clear to see Can't be bad, I found a brand new kind of free

Just let love in 'Cause you're afraid of being hurt We don't have to be alone I, I, I, I, I, I, just let love in You could tell me everything And then we could forget it Baby, you could show me all your demons You could be a battle

Skies on fire, Flames burn higher, Why don't you hang up, Won't you back up Will you pack up and head for higher ground, I know you and, you know me, Tell me what it is you want it to be What you want to be,

Blowing money fast, blowing money fast Fuck being humble, fuck being humble Tell 'em that I'm strapped, I don't wanna rumble Running through the bag, running through the bag When you came from nothing, fuck being humble These niggas don't want it with