Wrap myself around you, never let you go I gotta get back now to the ones who love me There's nothin' in the world that feels like Coming home There's a place that I know where they all know me The place that I know where they all know me Coming home,

I'm a songwriter My only weapon is my pen And the frame of mind I'm in And the things I flash on everyday They all reflect in what I say Oh yeah, a poet

Friends will be friends When you're in need of love they give you care and attention When you're through with life and all hope is lost Right till the end Hold out your hand 'cause friends will be friends It's so easy now, 'cause you got friends you can

I felt my love for you this time Out of sight, I'm feeling so alive You didn't feel anything at all After all, makes me feeling small It makes me feeling small If they saw us to share, it's cool Something we need to carry on But that is made up past the

To's los míos están bien, 'tamos bien, hey Joda, que se joda, que se joda, hey, hey No hay nada mal, estamos bien, 'tá to' bien, hey Yeah, yeah (yeah) 'Tamos bien (wuh), yeh Sobran los billetes de cien, yeah No te preocupes, estamos bien (wuh-uh), hey

It's right in front of me The throne of maladies Your malignancy They say I ain't bad I'm the best that I've had And I know it ain't right But I'll fight my whole life The prophecy will be realized Lord of the near and the nigh

I better find your loving, I better find your heart I bet if I give all my love then nothing's gonna tear us apart (Tear us apart) I'm more than just an option (hey, hey, hey) Refuse to be forgotten (hey, hey, hey) I took a chance with my heart (hey,

Oh, she's a little runaway Daddy's girl learned fast All those things he couldn't say Ooh, she's a little runaway No one heard a single word you said They should have seen it in your eyes On the street where you live girls talk about their social lives

Standin' on top of the world for a little while Standin' on top of the world Oh, little darlin' Hey, baby, woo I know you believe in me, that's all I ever need No no, nothin's gonna stop it Nothin' will discourage me, oh, no Hey baby, uh, it's the only

Oh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun Shot down on the pavement