is you All I want is you (now) All I want is you now Now that you're gone, gone, gone [Verse Two:] Cause being a friend was killing me softly Hear voices
and make my bed alone I put on my makeup talking to the mirror Ready for a new day without you And I walk steady on my feet, I talk, my voice obeys
creatures there they'll surely make a mess out of you If you see st. annie, please tell her thanks alot My thoughts they are twisted, my tentacles are all in a
this through with me, let me know your mind, Wo, oh, what I want to know, is are you kind? It's a buck dancer's choice my friend; better take my advice
with me, let me know your mind Whoa oh, what I want to know is, are you kind Now it's a buck dancer's choice, my friends, better take my advice You
got a home I ain't got no sister I ain't got a brother I ain't got a father Not even a mother I'm a lonely boy I ain't got a home Well, I've got a voice
voice was a warnin' That you don't care for me anymore I made up the bed we sleep in I looked at the clock when you creep in It's six a.m. and I'm alone
, "I love you one" more time But when he heard the sound Of the kids laughin' in the background He had to wipe away a tear from his eye A little voice
on a rolling stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that
Too many choices In New York I found a friend To drown out the other voices Voices on the cell phone Voices from home Voices of the hard sell Voices
Hello, darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision That
don't love me anymore These times are so uncertain, there's a yearning undefined And people filled with rage We all need a little tenderness, how can love survive In such a
waitin' for? Make the music that the people can't ignore A lotta niggas is bitches, a lotta bitches be trippin' A lotta them be wishin' that they was in my position A
the Hotel California Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face They're living it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise (What a
I was having this discussion In a taxi heading downtown Rearranging my position On this friend of mine who had a little bit of a breakdown I said, hey
shoe? Who's that conscience sticking on the sole of my shoe? Cause it sure don't feel like love. How does it feel? Feels like a threat. A voice in your
Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that