We turn it to hope This heart don't count on the wicked We face this world alone When all that want is to break you Turn anger into hope These eyes don't cry at all I'm telling you tonight I swear to tear up these nails from across the bed For giving you

I hope you don't mind And you can tell everybody This is your song Now that it's done That I put down in words How wonderful life is It's a little bit funny This feeling inside I'm not one of those who can

Good evening Constantinople The best audience in the world we've bin told We really hope the dope'll Make you clap At all that crap That you've bin sold.

And I know that you don't But if I ask you if you love me I hope you li-li-li-lie You look happy Flashing back to New York City Changing flights so you'd stay with me Now I wish we'd never met 'Cause you're too hard to forget

Oh we don't know the roads that we're heading down We don't know if we're lost, that we'll find a way We don't know if we leave, will we make it home We don't know, there's hope, then we'll be okay It's hard when you're living and you don't feel much And

I, I did it all With every broken bone I swear I lived I owned every second That this world could give I saw so many places Hoping you take that jump But don't fear the fall Hope when the water rises

Can we talk in the morning? Oh, baby it's late I'm a dog lying down on a warm bit of pavement Checking this collar you see what the name is Think that it's worth it? Well, I hope that you're right You're falling asleep on the red eye tonight And you know

Hot line I got some conversation I can be your operator Baby you should call me later Because you are so fine I hope that your not playing Cause I'm loving what you're saying Baby don't ya keep me waiting Call me up hot-line

Ba ba ba ba ba What cha been doing and who Ya been doing it with (truth hurts) Where you been going and How you been putting ya thing down (truth hurts) Whatever you was working I hope that it was worth it baby (truth hurts) Tell me the truth now I got

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell You who raped our Motherland I hope you're rotting down in hell For the horrors that you sent To our misfortunate forefathers Whom you robbed of their birthright Have you ever walked the lonesome hills And heard the