(I can't wait) Sit down and talk for a minute Go outside and take a walk for a minute I can't wait It's you and me It's you and me What's this feeling taking over me Baby that's love and it ain't no stopping it I don't know as far as the eyes can see

(It's a kind of magic) It's a kind of magic This rage that lasts a thousand years The bell that rings inside your mind Will soon be gone (A kind of magic) One dream, one soul, one prize, one goal One golden glance of what should be One shaft of light

It's getting louder Sittin' here lonely like a broken man Sell my time and do the best I can I wasn't boss this around in me But I don't want your sympathy, yeah Oh baby, oh baby, I just need your tender lovin' To keep me sane in this burnin' oven When

Yeah, it's a good, good, good to be alive It's a crazy, perfect, messed up, beautiful ride This world could throw me anything with you by my side Gonna find us a couple of glasses Gonna pour us a bottle of wine There ain't no better way to get this Long

Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh please, God, wake me I can't remember anything Can't tell if this is true or dream Deep down inside I feel to scream This terrible silence stops me Now that the war is through with me I'm waking up, I cannot see That

You got me mystified Pretty baby This feeling i just can't hide Pretty darling This feeling is deep inside Written by lindsey buckingham and christine mcvie. The light that shines around you

It just comes back to me So why must it be Chaos lives in everything Trapped inside a dream It all comes back to me And it’s not fate Everything’s just fine Now I’m guilty, not ashamed Got this thing attached to me, throw it all away

Sittin' back in the 40 on the muddy riverside Gettin' baptized in holy water and shine With the dogs runnin' Saved by the sound of the been found Dixie whistled in the wind, that'll get you Heaven bound This is God's country I saw the light in the

Roll to every station, murder the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead, she's dead Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Yeah, niggaz smoke, laugh, party,

Crawling and moaning in the sharp blade of grass All my life starting over, blood spilled inside out I went through this cycle of pain deep in myself Destroyed by awful hands, a demon of illusion The pain now awaken, I'm cracking wide open Can barely