From a past life In the long time I was picking up a suit from the dry cleaners Which was standard for me Thursday, 12:30, I gotta pretty solid routine these days I don't know it just works for me Anyway, I was leaving I was getting in my car And I went

Time stands still A little bit longer A little bit stronger Experience slips away I'm not looking back But I want to look around me now See more of the people Freeze this moment Make each sensation

Don't descend Alright now He's just a loner He never says hello A friend to no one He's got no place to go He don't look happy He look through furtive eyes He ain't got nothing

With my little black dress on Know you need me (Get it, ah) Every time you see me with my little black dress on Say you want a freak, sir, might see it You wanna be color, bright and peachy Baby, you should know that I ain't easy Press this McQueen and

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

So long and goodnight Things are better if I stay From every heart you break (heart you break) And like the blade you stain (blade you stain) Well, I've been holding on tonight What's the worst thing I can say And if you carry on this way Just like the

The kind that everybody knows...yeah yeah She finer than a painted rose...yeah yeah Sunshine...yeah My sunshine I sold my soul for a one night stand I followed Alice into Wonderland I ate the mushroom and I danced with the queen Yeah we danced in between

Can't help but stare Camo, canary yellow, red white and blue, Highfive to the guy who thought about cutting that thing in two String around her neck or without a strap Watching girls in bikinis is like watching a slinky walk down the stairs (Gimme,

On dit que la nuit porte conseil Ça ira mieux demain Ça ira mieux demain (demain, demain, demain, demain, demain) Mais j'n'écoute que moi et je me répète que C'est pas grave Ce soir tu danses La nuit porte conseil Faut pas que t'y penses Ne pense plus à

Back to the house at Pooh corner by one Count all the bees in the hive Chase all the clouds from the sky (chase the clouds from above) You'd be surprised there's so much to be done Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh Christopher Robin and I