These are the days we've been waiting for These are the days we won't regret These are the days we won't forget All over town Days like these you couldn't ask for more Keep 'em coming 'Cause we're not done yet And these are the days (these are the days)

I'm wishing on a star To follow where you are And I wish on all the rainbows that I see I'm wishing on a dream To follow what it means I feel it's time we should make up, baby I feel it's time for us to get back together And make the best of things, oh,

Or are we dancer? Are we human? My sign is vital My hands are cold And I'm on my knees Looking for the answer I did my best to notice When the call came down the line Up to the platform of surrender

I fear it, you're after the feeling And I am all alone Hold to call the feeling senile They unwrap the more Going out the dusty roads We are caught and see it There's a reason after all For the fields that I have gone

Oh, take the time to waste a moment Oh, never ask to be forgiven Oh, face it where the lines are broken Oh, name a price to all that's living All the way from Waco to WE-HO with a rabbit on her chain Drove a little slick car to tend bar with the static

Baby go ahead I'll be your hatred and your pain This is killing us all I don't care if I fall We're the dying, we are the damned I'll be the villain you can blame I'll be the belle of the brawl Be the lust in us all I'm the diva of the damned

Thank you for loving me When I couldn't breathe For being my eyes When I couldn't see Lock the doors We'll leave the world outside All I've got to give to you Are these five words when I For parting my lips

First I drop my top aye, then I swerve my coupe aye Counting all these bands aye, who the fuck are you aye Why you walk so cool aye, thousand dollar shoes aye Hunnid on my jewels aye, I got all these groupies Brittney turned me to a slut Who the fuck are

La vie Bohème Are we packed? Yes, and by next week I want you to be And you should see They've padlocked your building And they're rioting on Avenue B Benny called the cops

Ball Tongue! You were my bride, when does our friendship end? I'm not gonna give in There you are alone With no hope of ever having something to be proud of Something earned without begging Yes, I know you're a person, a person close to me Who do you