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They can take tomorrow and the plans we made They can take the music that we'll never play All the broken dreams, take everything Just take it away but they can never have yesterday They can take the future that we'll never know They can take the places that we said we would go All the broken dreams, take everything Just take it away but they can never have yesterday

Give me your heart and your hand and we can run

Come on, make it easy, say I never mattered

You held me down, but I got upHey!Alrighty brushing off the dust You hear my voice You hear that soundLike thunder gonna shake the ground-Roar

There's a girl in this dress,there's always a girl in distress.

Chance is your godThough you're falling free you will land hard

I know your story.Got one of my own.Yeah, I know lonely and alone.Happen in a crowd, happen in a kiss.But I know how to change all this.

All in all. You have been. Redeemer. Pain Steeler. My best friend. Please hold my hand.

And as I touch your shoulder tonight this room has become the centre of the entire universe.

I am the sun... And the air...

Yet the only girl who'd love him is his mother...' - A Girl Worth Fighting For (song)

And the Earth Becomes my ThroneI adapt to the UnknownUnder Wandering Stars I've grownI ask no one.

I__e been trying to stay real and true and proud of who I am,all those ideals of how to lookI__e been trying not to care.But I__ still holding my breath, I __ still watching every step.I__ still tip-toeing away, when I__ getting to ashamed of myself. I don__ want to be your letdown,I__ scared like hell I__ not enough.I don__ wanna beyour failure anymore._ The Glass Child, Letdown

You drew a bird that was here, a kind of sweet chanticleer. But with a terrible fear that the cage couldn't tame

They keep you doped with religion, and sex, and T.V.And you think you're so clever and classless and freeBut you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see

I walked when I should have runI ran when I should have walkedAnd don't I know it, don't I know it

The early cars already are drawing deep breaths past my door. And last night's phrases sick with lack of basis are still writhing on my floor.

Well I'm finding it harderto be a gentleman every dayAll the manners that I've been taughthave slowly died awayBut if I held the door open for youIt wouldn't make your day.