Oh, 'cause baby you're my all time high Fly me right up into the sky I'm your rocket man And I don't wanna ever come down, no Oh, you taste like heaven You turn my knob right to eleven Oh, you make me feel so right 'Cause baby you're my all time high

I woke up in Chris Brown’s body (oh yeah) Somehow this shit turned into Freaky Friday But we got no choice but to turn this bitch sideways (Oh yeah, oh yeah) Yeah, it’s Freaky Friday I’m in Chris Brown's body I can’t believe that it’s Freaky Friday Lil

A thick fog lies ahead The ocean's deadly calm Their ship glides on the silent waves Into the unknown He cannot turn around For him it's much too late He puts his back into the oar And rows towards his fate The ship cuts through, the milk white mist

I'll stop the whole world, I'll stop the whole world Don't you ever wonder how we survive? From turning into a monster and eating us alive Well now that your gone, the world is ours You were my conscience, so solid, now you're like water We started

Don't you know you're standing in the way of the light? Turn night into day Pour oil on these flames Speed up my heart again There's still a way to make it right We'll find the strength this time And pull back this veil So come on, come on, come on

The years went by with disquieting grace A past obsession sunk without a trace I moved into winter and found my home As my boiling blood had turned to chrome

As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky, the three travelers, men of Willow Dale, emerge from the forest shadow. Fording the River Dawn, they turn south, journeying into the dark and forbidding lands of the Necromancer. Even now the intensity of his

I can't let her go She's still here fighting Better know there's life in her yet Time will take us all, and turn us into stones Hung over fragile bones Let her go, let her go, let her go She still remembers the time that was uncomplicated But sure as the

Pick a star in the sky Wordplay, turns into gun play And gun play turns into pillow talk And pillow talk turns into sweet dreams Sweet dreams turns into coffee in the morning Coffee in the morning I don't wanna wake you I just wanna watch you sleep It's

The smiles as she walked in the room Have all turned into frowns am I too quick to assume That the love is no longer in bloom? The tantrums and the tears play a very different tune To what they did before, her heads red raw And the ending doesn't sound