They'll call it a mystery But we're gonna call it victory We'll be writing history It's gon' be victory They'll be signs on top of signs Just so you know the history It's saying victory is with me Let go, let it be (let go, let it be) No matter how deep

You might hear it on the radio. Baby you never know, But it's gonna be just about you and me, How much I miss you. You're the one that got away. You're gonna hear your song someday. And then I'll write you a song. Girl, I'm gonna warn ya, I'm leaving

Some things are just meant to be Going a hundred in a fifty-five And I don't know why I'm still alive, but I Do what I can, but I know I can't take anymore I still believe in this Rock 'n Roll And I pray the music gon' save my soul, but 'Til then I still

You kept on thinking You were the only one Too busy thinking Love is a gun It's not that complicated But you're gonna need a bullet proof soul Wasn't that enough for you? I know the end Before the story's been told

"My father, came from Japan, in 1905 He was fifteen when he, immigrated from Japan He, he, he worked until he was able to buy To actually build a store" Let me tell you a story in the form of a dream I don't know why I have to tell it, but I know what it

I like to sit beside the fire When the light is going down I like to hear the wild wind blow outside my door I have so much left to remember I have so much left to forget And I know I just don't have to search for more But you want to change my world

I've forgotten all of young love's joy Feel like a lady, but you my lady boy You should be stronger than me You been here 7 years longer than me Don't you know you supposed to be the man, Not pal in comparison to who you think I am, You always wanna talk

But I hope you know That it won´t let go It sticks around with you until the day you die And i hope you know that it´s touch and go I hope the tears don´t stain the world that waits outside Where did it all go wrong? You know that feeling you get You

But I'm a man of the woods, it's my pride I brag about you to anyone outside I'm sorry baby, you know I tried I hear the making up's fun But then your hands talking, fingers walking, down your legs Say "Where's the faucet?" Someone's knocking like they

Is this the new national anthem Free just to murder me I know radio prolly ain't gonna play this But chopper going off in the hood man Like Afghanistan or the Gaza strip somewhere man Yeah, we hear it so much we probably numb to it by now After all, it’s