I don’t have to leave anymoreWhat I have is right hereSpend my nights and days beforeSearching the world for what’s right here Underneath and unexploredIslands and cities I have lookedHere I sawSomething I couldn’t over ادامه مطلب

Imagine there’s no heavenIt’s easy if you tryNo hell below usAbove us only skyImagine all the peopleLiving for today…Imagine there’s no countriesIt isn’t hard to doNothing to kill or die forAnd no religion tooImagine all ادامه مطلب

Oh, why you look so sad?Tears are in your eyesCome on and come to me nowDon’t be ashamed to cryLet me see you through’cause I’ve seen the dark side tooWhen the night falls on youYou ادامه مطلب

Who would have thought that you could hurt me?The way you’ve done itSo deliberate, so determined Since you have been goneI bite my nails for days and hoursAnd question my own questions on and on ادامه مطلب

Forgive us our trespassesAs we forgive those who have trespassed against usGive us this day our daily breadDaily bread, daily breadIn cello et in terra fiat voluntas tuaGloria Spiritui Sancto What language do you speakIf ادامه مطلب

… Ladies up in here tonightNo fightingWe got the refugees up in here (no fighting)No fightingShakira, Shakira … I never really knew that she could dance like this (hey)She make a man wants to speak ادامه مطلب

Broke my heart on the roadSpent the weekends sewing the pieces back onCrayons and dolls pass me byWalking gets too boring when you learn how to fly Not the homecoming kindTake the top off, and ادامه مطلب

Ah, ah, ahTell me all your wishesI am here to make them true, don’t wonderYou don’t have to rub a lamp‘Cause I’ll take care of you Nobody knows, nobody knowsNobody knows, nobody knows Tell me ادامه مطلب

How you doin’ I’m Mr. Mos I’m backTimb are you on itTimb are you on itGive me someIs this what you wanted?Is this what you wanted?Oh Um Wayne’s WorldI’m the cashier I change girlsYou can ادامه مطلب

And I left a note on my bedpostSaying not to repeat yesterday’s mistakesWhat I tend to do when it comes to youI see only the good, selective memoryThe way you make me feel, yeahYou got ادامه مطلب