23 and still going still growing But why do I feel so weak? It's like I lost the parts of me that grew older At 13 All these distant pieces They are lost at sea And I think I know right where Cos the pieces of me that you stole I still seek ohh Yeah the pieces of me that I should have learned to love Yeah you stole them Yeah you told me That you own them The power in you is invested on me So the pieces of me I still seek Still up some nights thinking back to all those times I felt weak I get lost and I feel like I'm possessed by the devil in you that's now in me All these distant pieces they are lost at sea And I think I know right where Cos the pieces of me that you stole I still seek ohh Yeah the pieces of me that I should have learned to love Yeah you stole them Yeah you told me That your own them The power in you is invested on me So the pieces of me I still seek Those pieces of me I wanna know where you hide them Enjoy them right? Cos I I won't stay silent Cos I'm reaching out To the Pieces of me that you stole and I seek Yeah the pieces of me that I should have learned to love Yeah you stole them Yeah you told me That you own them The power in you is invested on me So the pieces of me I still seek Those pieces of me Those pieces belong to me

On a Monday, I am waiting And on Tuesday, I am fading And on Wednesday I can't sleep Then the phone rings, I hear you And the dark sky has a clear view As you come to rescue me Fall, with you I fell so fast I can hardly catch my breath I hope it lasts It seems like I can finally rest My head on something real I like the way I feel Oh, and if you know me better than I ever knew myself, I love how you can tell All the pieces, pieces, the pieces of me All the pieces, pieces, the pieces of me I am moody, messy I get restless and careless And you never seem to care I am angry, to mission I get happy to listen And it won't stop 'til you're there Fall, sometimes I fell so fast When I hit that bottom crash You're all I have Oh, it seems like I can finally rest My head on something real I like the way I feel Oh, and if you know me better than I ever knew myself, I like how you can tell All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me How do you know Everything I'm about to say Am I that obvious, if it's written on my face I hope it never goes away, yeah On a Monday I am waiting And on Tuesday I am fading And on Wednesday I can't sleep Then the phone rings, I hear you And the dark sky has a clear view As you've come to rescue me Fall, with you I fell so fast I can hardly catch my breath I hope it lasts Oh, it seems like I can finally rest My head on something real I like the way I feel Oh, and if you know me better than I ever knew myself, I love how you can tell All the pieces, pieces, the pieces of me All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me

Пятьдесят четвёртый этаж, смотрю на Москву Прокуренный винтаж, это rock new school Пятьдесят четвёртый этаж, смотрю на Москву Кровь течёт по лицу — это мне к лицу Кровь течёт по губам — это от тоски Мои дни снова разные, как носки Кровь течёт по губам из правой ноздри Я тебя не ебу, а ты ебёшь мозги Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Крашеные волосы, голос поколения Моё поведение, моё поведение Крашеные волосы, голос поколения Все ваши кумиры — это недоразумение Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать

Wish I was riding the steam train Right out of the pages of time Down through the ol' Roaring Twenties To the fall of 1929 Back in heyday of railroads Before airplanes fluttered and flew Color me in like a cartoon hobo Doing what bums used to do Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Show me hopping a freight train Somewhere south of the yard Make it a Santa Fe boxcar Paint it all rusty and hard Sketch out an old hobo jungle Make the old days come alive on the page Build a rough shack Down by thе track Weather it heavy with agе Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Sometimes things are great to remember Some are too good to forget Things back then were so different Some things we think of them yet Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon

Loneliness is settin' in How I feel, you don't know All my tomorrows, they depend On how my todays go Ain't seen your face for a few years or more You don't write, you don't call Tell me what are all the memories for When you don't remember at all? I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Maybe someday, you'll walk into Some bar I'm singing in You'll hang your head in sorrow and cry When you see the shape that I'm in Oh, I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name?

Decided to write a song for my hero Considering he's done so much for me He's the one that pulled me up when I fell down so low He's the one that led me through the darkness when I could not see Never met a man more gentle or any humbler Never once heard him raise his voice or saw him mad But I watched him break his back on coal and lumber To give her everything she never had Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him Born on a summer day in some dark holler Way back in the hills of Perry County Well he grew up poor and he never saw a dollar But a dollar ain't no good in a coal camp anyway Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him And if I'm half the man he is when I die I don't know if I could ask for too much more He taught me you only need one hand To count your real friends in this life But if you find true love you better take both arms And hold on til your sore