But when the fire goes out The dark starts moving in And that's the truth Right now you're on the stand And I feel like the judge Who needs the proof? The slaves of truth It was on every face in town But I would not understand Waiting for the news Will it ever come my way?
I won't be beat, not in a thousand years
I'll never lose, if I can prove you're not the one Just leave me now, you're making my blood run cold The word is out, so go, your feet won't touch the ground
Now that she has gone
I've got to shake the pain, act like a man The sweetness that's inside Will slowly die away
Who do you think you are? You're making a fool of me Make no mistake, this is no fake, this is the end Just shut your mouth, make room for someone new So guess who's back, it's happy Jack, and that's no lie
How was I to know? So discreet, no-one speaks Take the word from here If you play you've got to pray
Who do you think you are? You're making a fool of me Make no mistake, this is no fake, this is the end
I won't be beat, not in a thousand years Just leave me now, you make my blood run cold The word is, the word is out Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
