You are appreciated Don't ya know we love ya? Sweet lady Place no one above ya, sweet lady Don't ya know we love ya? And dear mama And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand

In a town this size, there's no place to hide Everywhere you go you meet someone you know You can't steal a kiss in a place like this How the rumors do fly in a town this size How the rumors do fly in a town this size In a smokey bar in the backseat of

Wild things grow on less than a little And darling I know it'll be You and me right down in the middle Where love grows wild There's a place where love grows wild Where hearts can trust just like a child A wild thing, it don't need a lot It just grows on

If there's no way of knowing where's the answer, You should know if you need me by now, tell me how. You saw me in the first place, Who d'you think I am How can you be so two-faced And tell me where I stand Yeah, we've been here once before, I see you by

You don't know the chances. What if I should die?! A place inside my brain, another kind of pain You don't know the chances. I'm so blind! Are you ready?! There's a place inside my mind, a place I like to hide Another place I find to escape the pain

We live, we love, we lie Hello, hello Is this a place that I call home To find what I've become Walk along the path unknown Deep in the dark I don't need the light There's a ghost inside me It all belongs to the other side (We live, we love, we lie)

Is it mine, Lord is it mine? When everything's dark and nothing seems right, I know that there's a reason why I need to be alone I need to find a silent place that I can call my own There's nothing to win and there's no need to fight I never cease to

N-n-n-no, no, no, no place I'd rather be When I am with you, there's no place I'd rather be If you gave me a chance I would take it It's a shot in the dark but I'll make it Know with all of your heart, you can't shame me With every step we take, Kyoto to

Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out

She screams with those eyes I have lived in a junkyard Where the weeds eat up the rain If you get anything there even out of place You know there's hell to pay And he said "you're as sick as you are lovely And in need of a hand" He tells me "you are