Make me wonder again Or make me learn to pretend There is no rush when you don't belong Turns out we don't all fight like dogs in the end Most of us want to roll out, roll under the grass You an endless cartoon, no bridge in your song Spirulina won't

I need something more Tell me what you see Touch, I remember touch Pictures came with touch A painter in my mind A tourist in a dream A visitor it seems A half-forgotten song Where do I belong?

Born to be kings, princes of the universe I'm here for your love and I'll make my stand Here we are, born to be kings We're the princes of the universe Here we belong, fighting to survive In a world with the darkest powers And here we are, we're the

I am not the boy next door I don't belong like I did before Nothin' ever seems like it used to be You can have your dreams, but you can't have me I can't go back there anymore 'Cause I am not the boy next door Comin' home used to feel so good I'm a

How do you? He's bitter and twisted, he knows what he wants He wants to be loved and he wants to belong He wants you to listen, he wants us to weep And he was a stupid baby who turned into a powerful freak But how do you? He lives with his mother, but we

But you belong to somebody else I know you really, really want it Both, wanna be together But we can't act on it 'Cause you belong to somebody else To somebody else How bad we both want it Yeah I know Fuck our logic seize the moment

I belong to the drinking class Monday through Friday, man we bust our backs If you're one of us, raise your glass We belong to the drinking class If you gotta, gotta label me, label me proud We're up when the rooster crows Clock in when the whistle blows

The day has come We belong with the living dead of the night Hold on to me baby His bony hands will do you no harm It said in the cards we lost our soul to the nameless one Wake up baby and taste the dirt We're six feet under and still in love Hear the

You're fighting me, you knew me, all desires No lock or key can hide the truth you're keeping from me It's a feeling, I don't belong here But a man's on the outside looking in, wondering who's in his old armchair It's a feeling, you never belonged to me

I think you're crazy, maybe I will see you in the next life Red wine and sleeping pills Help me get back to your arms Cheap sex and sad films Help me get where I belong Stop sending letters Letters always get burned It's not like the movies They fed us