|Song Lyrics||Missing Word||Title & Artist|
|You and _____ could write a bad romance.|
|I still recall all those dreams we shared together.|
Where did you run _____, boy?
|But if this ever changing world in which we live _____|
makes you give in and cry, say live and let die.
|And when the radical priest come to get me released,|
we _____ all on the cover of Newsweek.
|It's not fair to deny me _____ the cross I bear|
that you gave to me. You, you, you oughta know.
|Mad woman, bad woman, that's just what you are.|
Yeah, you'll smile in my face then rip the brakes ___ my car.
|Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.|
I'm not sleepy, and there _____ no place I'm going to.
|So open up your morning light,|
and say a little prayer for _____.
|Baby, I'm from New York,|
concrete jungle, _____ dreams are made of.
|So excuse _____ forgetting, but these things I do.|
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue.
|Whatever happened to Tuesday and so _____|
going down the old mine with a transistor radio.
|There's a fire starting in my heart,|
reaching a fever pitch, and it's bringing me _____ the dark.
|Remember _____ basement parties, your brother's karate,|
the all day rock and roll shows.
|There _____ three young ladies in the school gym locker.|
|I hit the floor 'cause that's my _____, _____, _____, ____.|
|She said she'd married _____ an architect|
who kept her warm and safe and dry.