Blues
You got to pay for it.
Yes, you got to pay.
The more things change, you say,
the more things stay the same.
Nothing dies & Nothing born.
You believe then you belong.
Yes, you belong.
You got to sing of it.
Yes, you got to sing.
The places you could see,
in which you’d like to live.
In the end, you’re all alone.
You believe so you belong.
What d’you think of it.
LET ME DREAM ‘BOUT THE PLACES IN WHICH I WANNA GO.
MAKE ME THINK ‘BOUT THE THINGS THAT I WANT & YOU WANT TOO.
TAKE ME, PLEASE, TO THE LIMIT OF WHAT YOU CALL “YOUR HOME”.
SAVE & STEAL EVERYTHING.
YOU PLAYED & YOU WON.
You got to get on it.
Yes, you got to get.
A thousand miles you’ve run.
Upon the moon to see the sun.
What you hate is what you want.
You believe when you belong.
Yes, you belong.
You got to think of it.
Yes, you got to think
about the flower on your grave.
If you see it, you’re goin’away.
Nothing dies but you, my love.
You believe and you belong.
For the sake of it.
LET ME DREAM ‘BOUT THE PLACES IN WHICH I WANNA GO.
MAKE ME THINK ‘BOUT THE THINGS THAT I WANT & YOU WANT TOO.
TAKE ME, PLEASE, TO THE LIMIT OF WHAT YOU CALL “YOUR HOME”.
SAVE & STEAL EVERYTHING.
YOU PLAYED & YOU WON