Leave out all the rest When my time comes Forget the wrong that I've done Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed And don't resent me And when you're feeling empty Keep me in your memory I can't be who you are So, if you're asking me, I want you

If only I had not waited I would have picked the wrong one Nobody has to tell me so It's you, nobody has to tell me so It's you, you're that angel sent from heaven above for me (Me for you and you for me) If only I had not waited my life would be undone

I resent your voice I resent that I Don't have a choice I think I've been here before Yes I've been here before I resent you calling Anywhere I go You are always there

I wish I was a neutron bomb for once I could go off I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on The Christmas tree I wish I was the star that went on top I wish I was the evidence I wish I was the

Might like to Go to the show To feel the warm thrill of confusion That space cadet glow I've got some bad news for you, sunshine Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel And they sent us along as a surrogate band

They don't fall in love for They don't fall in love for that It's all for you Tell me, do you think I'm being sentimental 'cause All this time I've been tryna work out what it was That brought me close to you, wish I could feel it now Baby I'm not the

You say you're used to playin with fire You say you're heart is on your sleeve You say you're sometimes sentimental Well that ain't showin through to me I'm done, I'm done for now I'm done, I'm done, I don't care how you feel And I see, I see with every

Stay with me tonight 'Cause I'm having the best time of my life Banana brains, you’re the apple of my eye I love your energy! I love it that you're there for me! Everything is meant to be! Baby, you were sent to me! Made by God

Freddie Mae, the girl that I adore Sent me packing in my beat up Ford Told me money was the thing that I lack But I came back in a Cadillac She said, "You'll never be a man of means You don't do nothing for my self esteem" Hurt so bad and fellas I ain't

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell You who raped our Motherland I hope you're rotting down in hell For the horrors that you sent To our misfortunate forefathers Whom you robbed of their birthright Have you ever walked the lonesome hills And heard the