All day, all night All night, all day Ready fi get di cook up hype an Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A Let's ride, all night

I'm gonna hold my head up high before I'm dead in the dirt (I'm still standing here) I want a reason, I want an answer, I want a reason someday I want a reason, I want an answer, I want a reason What is the message What are the chances that I'll be

I can't remember feeling love like this in so long. I can't imagine living life without you by my side. Day after day you find a way to make this grown man cry. All for you. It's so true, I'm all for you. I'm all for you. Last night I fell asleep, and I

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes Seasons of love How about love? Remember the love Measure in love Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets In midnights, in cups

The secret's out this is the last time Cast overboard, dragged out to sea All premonitions drowned today in the murky waters flowing from wounds But we emerged soaked in grace, dripping with the truth You've fired upon a target so clear but we've

She ain't waitin' on twenty-one candles, she ain't missin' not a minute of fun She ain't worried about one day older, pretty little rebel on the run She ain't tryin' to be hard to handle, she gonna do what a girl gonna do She ain't waitin' on twenty-one

I wish those days could come back once more Why did those days ever have to go Looking back on when I Was a little nappy headed boy Then my only worry Was for Christmas what would be my toy Even though we sometimes Would not get a thing We were happy

A heartache I'm still trying to get through Texas was you Texas was green eyes crying goodbye Was a long drive Ohio was a riverbank 10 speed layin' in the weeds Cannonball off an old rope swing Long long summer days Tennessee was a guitar

Open up again I believe in second chances Please let me in, oh I believe in second chances Oh these days, oh these days get heavy I get older and life fades but you remain Open up again, I believe in second chances I won't break you I will not let you

I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die They call me The Seeker I've been searching low and high I've looked under chairs I've looked under tables I've tried to find the key To fifty million fables I asked Bobby Dylan