We've had enough Is there even anything left to explain? (We've had enough) Am I really someone you need to restrain? (We've had enough) Can't you listen to what we have to say? (We've had enough) I'm calling out Only echoes respond But I scream 'til my

Once in a lifetime It's just right Somehow, it feels like nothing has changed Right now, my heart is beating the same Out loud, someone's calling my name When I close my eyes All the stars align And you are by my side You are by my side

I'm getting out of love. Sitting here, waiting for, Someone calling at my door, What's the use of changing things, Wonder what tomorrow brings, My Shangri-la has gone away,

Arise and walk, come through It's calling out for you Someone beyond that door is calling out for you I was raging, it was late In the world my demons cultivate I felt the strangest emotion but it wasn't hate, for once Yes I'm changing, yes I'm gone Yes

Get up, get up Get a move on What's taking so long Stop stalling, I'm calling out Ain't nothing wrong 'Cause I believe you can be what you'd like And I agree you can do much better, just trust me Get up, get up, get up, get up If you were ever in doubt

If I can live through this Champion, champion I can do anything And I can do anything I'm just young enough to still believe, still believe But young enough not to know what to believe in I'm calling you from the future To let you know we've made a

Bad time for a good time, baby You should know about it by now I'm sorry, but you've called at a bad time And every time is probably gonna be a bad time I'm sorry, but it's not like the last time Where you were calling me and hoping for a good time Now I

(Holding on for your call) It's a different kind of danger 'Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine And the bells are ringing out And I'm calling for my mother As I pull the pillars down And my feet are spinning around Never knew I was a dancer

Oh, coming right behind you, swear I'm gonna find you, one of these nights One of these nights, one of these crazy old nights We're gonna find out, pretty mama, what turns on your lights The full moon is calling, the fever is high And the wicked wind

Get my Maybach washed at the studio I'm passing out xans to the groupie hoes I got five on a Lamb' like Coolio Multi-million, now I'm hanging with the shooters tho Yeah, bust downs, got a few of those Yeah, bitch stop calling my phone up, I'm in the