memories arrive You should not look back And be strong to survive To give your Calls to the world Open your eyes - catch the grace of an angel Calls to the world
Stick around Yo, I plan to live a life a-glamour like my man Tony Montana Stand and pose in front of cameras With my golden silk pajamas on smoking Havanas
world You know there ain't no woman Like a woman in love Ain't nothing she can't rise above She can part the waters When the seas get rough Ain't no
Morton] Why don't you call me Mama? We can take care of you. You'd be happy taken down in these block. Murderers' Row, we called it. [Roxie Hart] Oh
world, the stars, the rain and the circle of pain stairway melter lightning strikes when frightening shelter likes - you circle of pain - mankind insane over and over - you cannot deny that the world
on my feet and still on the road Cry for me - my misery - Savannah I'm searching for a place to call my home. Set me free - insanity - Savannah. You
memories arrive you should not look back and be strong to survive to give your calls to the world open your eyes - catch the grace of an angel calls to the world
noone left to blame the tears inside - the burning rains I have to hide - my smile remains as long as walls come tumbling down the world always needs a clown I know the world
Someday - time will tell - you will see what a gift this life is - we are meant to be free when we leave this world behind the magic of the night leads
to face my heart - my life - my tears inside in this world we know where do we go without pride? hey mister, can't you tell me why the bells call
grave inscription "We don't need no one" one for the dreamer in a world made of stone two for the stranger who's left without hope and alone call me
to try Cages of confusion In this world of broken dreams Social constitution Tries to hide behind the streams Lack of communication leads to Asphalt - deserts - streets of pain Darkness calls
[Bonus track on the Japanese release] I call and under a red sky I run to you life is like thunder I come undone and blue and we never shall be satisfied
Call it social commentary Call it just what me eyes see Seems that there's more pretty women Than there are fish in the sea ...Woman in love You
fist in his throat that made him choke Almost to late but he lived to regurgitate the weight I got a call at eight, a.m. tellin' me to meet him In front
: Call it social commentary Call it just what me eyes see Seems that there's more pretty women Than there are fish in the sea ...Woman in love