Be wary of a woman A woman so fine Don't wanna change you Loves you just right Makes you feel like a man inside Sometimes she'll make you cry Till you don't know what your doing Your out of control Forget about leaving your heart wont go If don't like

Fallen from grace cause I been away too long Leaving you behind with my lonesome song Now I'm lost in oblivion Close, low bright eyes fading Faster than stars falling How can I tell you I failed? Tell you I failed Now I'm lost Flew beyond the sun before

And you know, coming back is harder And leaving me is easy I read all the letters, I read each word that you've sent to me And though it's past now, and the words start to fade All the memories I have still remain I've kept all the pictures, but I hide

When I’m gone You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone I got my ticket for the long way ‘round Two bottle ‘a whiskey for the way And I sure would like some sweet company And I’m leaving tomorrow, wha-do-ya say? You’re gonna miss me by my hair You’re gonna miss

The final countdown It's the final countdown (The final countdown) We're leaving together But still it's farewell And maybe we'll come back To earth, who can tell? I guess there is no one to blame

I'm not leaving tonight Said, today she called here twenty-six times (I know you counted) You kept telling me not to worry (Don't worry 'bout it) Wanna believe that you're telling the truth (So don't doubt it) But if you are lying to me... You're leaving

You're not the one You think you are Since you were born Ride a horse that's cleaving through The air and space of dreams Travelling through time All alone I pray Where am I? Who am I? And that old man trust in me

We're leaving together, But still it's farewell And maybe we'll come back, To earth, who can tell? I guess there is no one to blame We're leaving ground Will things ever be the same again? It's the final countdown, We're heading for Venus and still we

1 am, we probably be at the club 2 am, we probably leaving the club All the bad bitches, yeah, they leaving with us Pull up, Lamborghini, got them eating the dust, oh Lord Bad bitch (hold up), that's a bad bitch (hold up) They call me lil' fish 'cause I

Leaving or dead, always ahead, fed by your dread First in the line of fire, first into hostile land They are the panzer elite, born to compete, never retreat (ghost division) Tanks leading the way, leading the way Thus earning their name, earning the