| Lyrics | Song | Album |
| I woke up on the wrong side of the floor. Made, made my way through the front door | |
| Ready for a cheap escape, on the brink of self-destruction | |
| Started at the age of four, my mother went to the grocery store | |
| Wherever you go, you know I'll be there | |
| Raise your hands now to testify. Your confession will be crucified | |
| Every time I'm falling down, you take the repercussions | |
| Come with me and let's go for a ride, follow me to the other side | |
| Do you have the time to listen to me whine about nothing and everything all at once? | |
| I've got a really bad disease. It's got me begging on my hands and knees | |
| My mental stability reaches its bitter end, and all my senses are coming unglued | |
| | Lyrics | Song | Album |
| You come around every now and then. Your clothes are different, but you're still the same | |
| Thought I ran into you down on the street, then it turned out to only be a dream | |
| Starry nights, city of lights coming down over me | |
| All brawn and no brains and all those nice things | |
| A thought burst in my head, and I need to tell you | |
| He's a victim of his own time in his vintage suit and tie | |
| I'm on a sentimental journey into sight and sound | |
| Hey there, lookin' at me, tell me, what do you see? | |
| Somebody keep my balance, I think I'm falling off | |
| Looking back upon my life and the places that I've been | |
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