| First Line of Song | Song Name |
|---|
| Caught up in this madness, too blind to see | |
| You've got me poppin' champagne, I'm at it again | |
| Black enchanting eyes, cut through my heart | |
| Listen up, turn it up and rock it out | |
| Hollywood****, passed out on the floor, I'm sorry but the party's over | |
| Attention, pay attention, no mention the sickest array | |
| They come from every state to find, some dreams were meant to be declined | |
| I am an arms dealer, fitting you with weapons in the form of words | |
| Run and tell all of the angels, this could take all night | |
| The time on the clock reads half past four | |
| Yeah, you've been alone, I've been gone for far too long | |
| All my life I've been searching for somethin', somethin' never comes, never leads to nothin' | |
| Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road | |
| We keep writing, talking, and planning, but everything is changing | |
| Mom and Dad went to a show | |
| Like walking into a dream, so unlike what you've seen | |
| I, I'm a one-way motorway, I'm a road that drives away and follows you back home | |
| Loaded like a freight train, flyin' like an aeroplane | |
| I got up feeling so down, I got off being sold out | |
| He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes | |
| Scar tissue that I wish you saw, sarcastic Mr. Know-It-All | |
| Come back to me, this is unconceivable | |
| Come to decide that the things that I tried were in my life just to get high on | |
| Hear the sound of the falling rain, coming down like an Armageddon flame | |
| Days swiftly come and go, I'm dreaming of her | |
| | First Line of Song | Song Name |
|---|
| Forty detectives this week, forty detectives strong | |
| We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when | |
| I'm so happy, 'cause today, I found my friends, they're in my head | |
| She's got a smile that it seems to me | |
| I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top | |
| I'm the son of rage and love | |
| Y'all want a single say f*** that | |
| When I was a boy, I didn't care 'bout a thing | |
| I've got another confession to make, I'm your fool | |
| This time, this place, misused, mistakes | |
| It kills me not to know this but I've all but just forgotten | |
| I'm through with standing in line to clubs I'll never get in | |
| Feel the rhythm with your hands, steal the rhythm while you can | |
| Too alarming now to talk about, take your pictures down and shake it out | |
| Raise your hands now to testify | |
| Shh...quiet, you might piss somebody off | |
| Show us off to all your friends | |
| Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness, I need to calculate what creates my own madness | |
| Hey, now, don't make a sound, say have you heard the news today? | |
| I'm holding on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground | |
| The lips that slip are the lips that press | |
| When you gonna give it up, you're giving me such a rush | |
| Lashing out the action, returning the reaction, weak are ripped and torn away | |
| In the brightest hour of my darkest day, I realized what is wrong with me | |
| No one ever told me when I was alone, they just thought I'd know better, better | |
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VH1's 100 Songs ('90s) 
Finish the Lyric 
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