| Lyrics | Song Title | Stick that in your hole. |
| Wide awake, my mistake so predictable. You were fake, I was great. Nothing Personal. | |
| I'll see your name in lights. We could make you a star. | |
| Thames Street. I'll take you out, though I'm hardly worth your time. In the cold you look so fierce. | |
| He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes. | |
| Figure it out boy you're trippin. So pull yourself together or you'll wash up like the rest. | |
| I admit I miss seeing your face babe. But being alone is starting to take it's tole. I'm cold and it's getting old. | |
| I'm not the type to forget or to bury my head. Just take off your wings, They could never get you quite as high as I did, And you know it. | |
| Give up and let go. I'm just a boy with a dream. The nights and days fly by when I'm lost on the streets. | |
| | Lyrics | Song Title | Stick that in your hole. |
| This city was your city. Heels on the side, beggin' for a back beat. Don't worry, I fight dirty. | |
| I never told a lie, and that makes me a liar. I never made a bet but we gamble with desire. I never lit a match with intent to start a fire. | |
| Caught up in the spotlight. Shaking from a stage fight. How did I end up here. | |
| Take off your shirt, your shoes, those skinny jeans I bought for you. Were diving in and there's nothing left to loose. | |
| Forever has never seemed so long; as when your not around it's like a piece of me was missing. | |
| And you can take, take, take the kids from the summer but you'll never ever take the summer from me. | |
| Tonight I'm finding a way to make the things that I say just a little less obvious. | |
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