You just didn't know me I'm the hunter If travel is searching And home what's been found I'm not stopping I'm goin' hunting I'll bring back the goods But I don't know when I thought, I could organize freedom

On and on, reckless abandon Something's wrong This is gonna shock them Nothing to hold on to We'll use this song To lead you on And break the truth With more bad news We left a scar

'Cause the woman that was with me She treated me so dirty, lowdown, and bad Cried all night, alone in my bed I'm gonna treat her the best way that I can I ain't got no woman but I don't feel sad I ain't got no woman, but I don't, no I don't feel sad

It comes to back you oh oh It comes back to you, it comes back to you Am I just a shadow you drew? All the things that you had lost will find their way to you Looking back into the past and I can see it through (Tu lu tu tu tu du tu du tu tu) 4 A.M.

Give me a shot to remember And you can take all the pain away from me Your kiss and I will surrender The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead A light to burn all the empires So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be In love with all of these

Thank God I can breathe, I can be what they can't buy Even when I'm weak, I'm sure it's gon' be alright Thank God I got home, I got food and I got y'all Yes I will survive There will be highs and lows, thank God I remain OK How can I prove them how

Even though we break up in the end Even if I knew you'd be the one that got away I'd still go back and get you Even if I knew you'd be my best and worst mistake Over and over, again and again I still walk in that bar a little drunk I still ask you what

Another's arms, another's arms Late night watching TV Used to be you here beside me Your body on my body When the pain just rips right through me Used to be your arms around me When the world means nothing to me Is there someone there to reach me? Or

The New York Times (Extra, extra, read all about it) They say you can win anywhere if you can win here And you ain't been no where if you ain't been here Hustle hard, yeah it really ain't a game mane Same places, different faces, on the train mane New

Yeah some kind of gift they're given That makes this life worth livin' And it makes a man a man Somethin' about a woman Yeah some kind sweet little something That I may never understand Oh there's nothing like that She pulled her hair back to sun her