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You re welcome to fame
You re welcome to try
I ve been on TV, sold my face to you

You re welcome to love
You re welcome to me
I burned my dream, sold my heart, nobody knew

Listen children
I ve seen my future
Call it the deadline for now
I ve heard secrets
I ve heard excuses
I ve heard a voice in the dark

You re waiting for me
You ve made a mistake
I ll give you nothing but lies, or nothing at all

I m playing a game
I m playing with you
I call it shameful, the skin game, don t you?
You re playing it cold
(Ripping it up)
You re playing for time
(I don t like pictures)
You re breaking my rules and I won t let you go

I m looking for you
(Welcome to me)
Somebody screamed
(It s no use talking)
I ve connections with God. What do you need?

Lost in junk sick
No sleep no motion
She said he s nothing to lose
Love sick? Skin game
Welcome to romance
She s like the heart of the world

I m still breathing
Welcome to my house
I d steal from God, wouldn t you?
One more question
Am I in danger?
Rumours. And I ve got the fear

Looking for you
Is it any wonder?
Tearing it up
Living on empty

I see the lightning strike the tree
Its when my love moves away from me
I hear the thunder roaring by
The rivers of salty tears you cry
My heart is breaking down
And i like to arrange to see you again
I cant go on whithout you
So dont...

It s still getting dark inside me
Am I strong to fight for what I need
I try to save my dreams
Cause you want to destroy them
I m afraid of the the darkness
I m on the verge of darkness
I can t find a ray of...

You speak of love
But you ain t no lover
You were a friend
More like a brother

As the miles pass beneath me
The sounds made so sweetly came to an end
And no man can deny her but now you re a liar
And you ve no room left to defend

When I left
I should have...

Well my woman
She showed up
With your number
On her hand
Well I thought
That I might call you up
So we could deal
With this man to man

You better tell me
The truth son, yeah

Well he showed up down
At the ballroom
Walking slow
And acting...

Silver pens, expensive smoke
I s all over, satan sucks
You know it?s true

Jesus Presley Elvis Christ
Happy parents standing in some living room

And it?s ten minutes back to the valley
Her city limits; I?m gonna take you with me...