I got, yeah I got plenty whoadie I got hittas whoadie Tell 'em bring my car around Yeah I got plenty whoadie Goddamn, these snitches nosy Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards? I don't know, but I know I did perform at

You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope some day you'll join us And the world will be as one Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people living for today

And I will try Try to hold you Even though love is going to kill me With my arms around your heart They came along and washed my soul so easy High above myself, but I could hear them anyway The wind is taking them away so feathery To show them all the

How will I know I say a prayer with every heartbeat I fall in love whenever we meet How will I know if he's thinking of me I try to phone but I'm too shy (can't speak) Falling in love is so bittersweet This love is strong, why do I feel weak? How will I

And as the years go by Try and for Your name will fade out gradually Nearly had ya But it was waiting in the wings Now I gotta add you to my list of people to try and forget about Now I gotta add yours to my list of faces to try and not think about Now I

Your lights are burning bright But nobody's home And now there's nobody home Nothing I can do about it Maybe I won't even try Your will is determined to kill any Reason of mine I see you coming With that look in your eye

Try again when we're sober Say you won't, but you will Tell me how it feels It's nostalgic baby, it's the thrill It's nostalgic baby, electric feel (Fool) Go on, take your pill (ah) (Fool) Tell me how it feels (ah) (Fool) Go on, take your pill, baby (ah)

Tears stream down your face Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you When you try your best but you don't succeed When you get what you want but not what you need When you feel so tired but you can't sleep Stuck in

With the same old song About the same old love And the same old strum I may be country but I'm not dumb It goes on and on Now I love country music And I guess I always will But these days when I turn on the radio

This is sweet revenge And karma's a bitch You glutton for punishment What did you expect? Yet still you talk Try to fight but I will watch you fall A fistful of fear in my hands A bullet of betrayal in my brain