| lyirc beginning | lyric end | Artist |
| Loving you isn't the right thing to do... | |
| Sing with me, sing for the year... | |
| You know that it would be untrue... | |
| We gotta get out while we're young, cause tramps like us... | |
| For a hill, men would kill. Why? They do not know... | |
| I can't seem to face up to the facts... | |
| Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door... | |
| What else should I be, all apologies... | |
| Peel me off this velcro seat and get me moving... | |
| People try to put us down... | |