They said I have died. I still felt alive. I won't believe their lies. I can still see through these Help me, I'm not dead Wake me from this hell. Tell me I'm alive.

Keep holding, holding Head up, head up Your head up, head up I'm watching you run Run from the sidelines Take in a breath Fill in your lungs Keeping you alive

And a lust for life, and a lust for life Keeps us alive, keeps us alive Take off, take off Take off all your clothes And I was like Take off all of your clothes 'Cause we're the masters of our own fate We're the captains of our own souls They say only

And I feel alive. Now all the barlights are blinking in time To Mexican music, it's taunting the pavement Never in all of my life Have I seen eyes as empty as these streets of my city On a Saturday night, All the green of your eyes says "Go, leave it all

That tiny room at the beach was absolutely the perfect place for my first time. When we came together, I could feel the hairs growing on my chest. I saw my future. I saw my past. For a few minutes it was like being alive. They lived happily ever after.

I don't know I've been walking on These streets so long Where they're Calling me anymore But I think I must have seen a ghost If it's my illusions That keep me alive

I never felt so alive (I never felt so alive) Catch me, don't you Catch me, don't you catch me I've fallen in love for the first time She gets him, you get me She hugs him, you kiss me You tell me, you miss me And I believe you, I believe you I never

This could be the very minute I'm aware I'm alive All these places feel like home With a name I'd never chosen I can make my first steps As a child of twenty-five This is the straw, final straw in the Roof of my mouth as I lie to you Just because I'm

Loco, with some locas (locas) I love me some locas (me encantan las locas) Loco, with some locas I like that she likes what I like Shake that butt, back it up I'm the only Cuban dead or alive More famous than Castro He's a rebel, I'm a rebel He's a

Ooh, so they think I wanna die, yeah 'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah These people don't want me alive, no They wanna play games with my life, oh The coupe doors are suicide, oh