In the dark Give me reasons we should be complete You should be with him, I can't compete You looked at me like I was someone else, oh well I don't wanna slow dance (I don't want to slow dance) I don't want a friend (just me) I want my life in two (my

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

Oh, I walked the line My lips are shakin' my nails are bit off Been a month since I've even heard myself talk Only advantage this life's got on me Picture empty cup in the middle of the sea And I fought back in my mind Never lets me be right, I got

Won't lay down our heads till the day is won Won't stop running till we reach the sun Chasing all the things that are keeping us young We won't stop running till we reach the sun All the scrapes on our knees Oh we play, In autumn days Run, run, don't

(Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let me go) Will not let you go Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

The night a sinner kissed an angel, Stars in the sky were dancing One night perfect for romancing, He wanted thrills, she wanted love, Oh but his sighs were tender As he begged her to surrender, And she believed that it was love. How was she to know that

I got to have you, ooh yeah If this room could talk You would know that I love you I want you, and furthermore I got to have you, oh yeah I've made a mistake in this room I did something I had to do I wish that I was dreamin'

I don't know if your looking for romance or I don't know what you're looking for I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 Oh but you're an explosion (you're dynamite) Your name isn't Rio, but I

There is work to be done, to be done Let's have fun, fun, fun Form a line, oh, oh Come on, let's go Let the drums roll out Let the trumpet call While the people shout, "strike up the band" Hear the cymbals ring Calling one and all

The one that got away Oh, the one that got away There's always one that gets away The one that sneaks up on you then slips away You were mine In the back of my mind