I keep coming back here where everything slipped But I will not spill my guts out My eyes are fallen I'm having trouble inside my skin I try to keep my skeletons in Anything you ever want me to be It'll be easy to cover It'll be summer in Dallas I'm in

Everything will be alright I'm dreaming 'bout those dreamy eyes Doo-doo, doo-doo I believe in you and me I'm coming to find you if it takes me all night Wrong until you make it right And I won't forget you At least I'll try and run, and run tonight

Hold on, hold on I'm coming, I'm coming Don't you ever be sad Lean on me in times of bad When the day comes and you're in doubt In a river of trouble about to drown Because I'm here I'm on my way your lover When you get cold

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again and I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to you You ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through you I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio Sounds like I got an AK dumping straight to the radio If

Cold and still Irregular sculpture I'm an iron rooster Held against my will An iron rooster Have you ever been dumb enough to do what you wanted to do Without good reason coming over you? Have you ever been young enough to feel what you wanted to feel?

Hold me down so I can bless you I'm coming for the rescue Girl I'll be there to save the day You know I love to make your day I'm coming straight to you I'm on my way to you I'm running out of things to say But I got some things I wanna do to you Hold me

Like an animal, I still got love for you And I'm coming home, I'm coming home for you Hear me calling love, I'm calling out for you How long have I been on a hunt for you? No sound, of anything that I can do But I don't mind, I don't mind 'Cause there's

Said your name in an empty room Toute ma vie, etre avec toi Something I would never do I'm alone again When I'm by myself I can be myself Well my life is coming But, I don't know when You were burning now you’re black and gray

So knives out I want you to know He's not coming back Look into my mouth Squash his head Put him in the pot I'm not coming back Don't look down