It's good to live it again Autumn in New York, why does it seem so inviting? Autumn in New York, it spells the thrill of first-nighting Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds in canyons of steel They're making me feel I'm home It's autumn in New York

Tear me open, I believe God will set you up to bleed And no one can deceive What is meant to be And bloody murder we will scream God will set you up to tear me open I'm not quite myself these days Guess we all come undone Time to time, in different ways

Lover, please do not Fall to your knees Like I believe in Everlasting love Over ghosts All the ghosts that broke my heart He walked down a busy street Staring solely at his feet

I'll fly with you And I'll fly with you (I'll fly with you) I still believe in your eyes I just don't care what you've done in your life Baby, I'll always be here by your side Don't leave me waiting too long, please come by I, I, I, I still believe in

I will never lose I will never lose, I will never lose I give a fuck what you feel like (you feel) I'm real, that's some real life (oh my) Flood the Rollie, tryna kill time (kill) Close your eyes and I will still shine (shine) My bitch tryna play me, she

Oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh All this bad blood here, won't you let it dry? It's been cold for years, won't you let it lie? I don't wanna hear about the bad blood anymore I don't wanna hear you talk about it anymore We were young and drinking

I will not be swept aside Now pride is our enemy For salvation this we must believe Wallow in darkness And ever lasting pain This signal's defiance To bring forth mankind's gain This nation's compliance To what is fed to them

Still in love with you Baby it's you I know I've been lying to myself You and I were over long ago Don't know why my heart's the last to know I don't wanna believe it But what can I do Visions haunt my memory They hold on, hold on desperately

Moliendo mi pena Ahí está el molino, moliendo en la pla Moliendo en la playa Molino molero, molino sólo ta’ andando Ahí está el molino, moliendo mi pena Molino molero, molino solo ta’ andando Ta’ andando Molino molero, (ta' andando) molino sólo ta’

There must be some way out of here Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief Businessmen, they drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth None of them along the line know what any of it is worth No reason to get excited,the