Where do we go from here? When I need you We don't have any real friends Just lying in a bar with my drip feed on Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen I want to live, breathe The words are coming out all weird Where are you now?

We are born like this It's not what I took from you It's not what I stole The time has come to change this To make the life we know They took what we were given Somewhere, someone's god is laughing It's not what I gave to you It's not what I sold

Nothing can stop us now We run away, a sweet escape A sweet escape And if you fall, I'll pick you up I'll follow you 'til the end of time We don't care about nothin' else Feels like heaven, nothing can stop us now Nothing can hold us down Just like a

To show you all something someday Just a face in the crowd To the wind you’re a toy Just a drunk Irish boy I’ll be back around Well, I danced in the arms of a black haired girl In Scollay Square after the war And I drank to get drunk, and sank and I

Walking in a winter wonderland In the meadow we can build a snowman We'll conspire By the fire To face unafraid Sleigh bells ring Are you listening? In the lane

Won't you exorcise my mind? Set me free from my jealousy I want to be free as I'll ever be Exorcise my mind Help me exorcise my mind It was a slight on my honor so he deserved it But we are talking about the most brilliant mind this world has ever seen

I'm Carrie not-the-kind-of-girl-you'd-marry Are you sure you want to hear more What if I ain't worth the while Not the style you'd be looking for If I'm sweet tonight Things look different in the morning light I'm jealous and I'm proud If you hurt my

Amigos para siempre Not just a summer or a spring Friends for life Amigos para siempre Means you'll always be my friend Means a love that cannot end I feel you near me Even when we are apart Just knowing you are in this world

Peanut butter sandwich eatin' Watching the world go by Where I've done some beer crackin' Crying, praying, laughin' We can leave our cut offs and our cares Who knows what can happen I do all my dreamin' there I do my barber sinking Just talking to the

Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can? Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number on a hand? Are we last-call kissing or will we be reminiscing with each other for the next forty years? Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in