Burn with me I'm just an empty shell Another's friend Transformed to someone else Take your seat I cast a spell So you'll be less like you And more like someone else You are gone to the highest bidder

Ustedes no hacen na-na-na Que no te pille janguiando La glock y el clock corriendo Siempre andamos ready pal que este fantasmeando Cuidau au-au, cuidau au-au Baja pa’ca, baja pa’ca, Baja pa’ca, baja pa’ca Chicki au-au y hasta donde te pillemos

When love was king Once was a kingdom, far far away. Love was the rule of the day. Nothing more nothing less Than to give your friend your best. There's much more story that I could tell To make the hardest hearts swell. This is the story when love was

You will have a pardon Take me to the alley Take me to the afflicted ones Take me to the lonely ones That somehow lost their way Let them hear me say I am your friend Come to my table Rest here in my garden

All we hear is radio ga ga Radio goo goo Radio ga ga You've yet to have your finest hour Radio blah blah Radio, what's new? Radio, someone still loves you I'd sit alone and watch your light My only friend through teenage nights

We're only good 'cause you can have almost famous friends Besides, we've got such good fashion sense We're only good for the latest trend It's just past 8 and I'm feeling young and reckless The ribbon on my wrist says, "do not open before Christmas"

The last time I freaked out I just kept looking down I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinking about Felt like I couldn't breathe You asked what's wrong with me My best friend Lesley said, "Oh, she's just being Miley." The next time we hang

I must insist On being a pessimist I'm a loner in a catastrophic mind Stranded, lost inside myself My own worst friend and my own closest enemy Elected, the rejected I perfect the science of the idiot Say whatever, oh, whoa

Voilà, c’est le moment, tu t’en vas Vers une autre vie dont tu ne sais rien encore Sauf que c’est Tellement loin Même si c’est À côté du jardin des statues Où court l’enfant qu’on n’a pas eu Parmi les souvenirs de l’amour

Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright And in the end I'd do it all again I think you're my best friend When it rains it pours Stay thirsty like before I'll be yours Stuck in the jet wash Bad trip I couldn't get off