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alone with the music
I don’t know, it may be by chance,
That they saved the waltz for the last
So I lay awake in bed
And I let the song run through my
don't stop 
Coming home coming home 

Sentenced by our faults 
We were to make in time 
Pleasantly aware 
Of our solitude in mind 
Saved me from
She said, "Catch me if you can. 
You better plan, Gentlemen." 
So The Story Goes: 
Robin Hood stole the magic seeds from a Sherwood Dignitary
to throw that sweet memory away
The book by Fitzgerald that I bought for your birthday
Is packed in a box with my love letters you saved
And you're taking
and maybe not,
And I'm not sure of all we've got,
A season ticket to the war,
For the human heart.

So let us gather by the light
Some people hurt, some
pumps poisonous blood, your choice, the slugs
You do dirt in the rain, than your name is mud
Major love to thugs in the back of the clubs
Strapped for
nice 

With battle I'll crack all your gear and all your wack raps 
You can't be saved by your babbling or your backpack 
Doing it for the love is
Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead vocals by Tommy Shaw

"...everybody plays this one right, everybody gets a fresh, hot latte and a scone..."

Oh what
For money, I assassinate
Today, I have an opponent that's worthy
Now killing me
You won't find that so easy

Clap your hands
Let's start
with the strings still attached,
If I move, You can move me back, it's like that.

So many things I wanna say, but You already know
You see right
to Jackson Square

I met you on Decatur Street
With your little bare feet and your violin
I was walking by with my guitar in my hand
You smiled at me and I
amp up to eleven. six nickel wound strings have saved me again.
Suits and ties are not to congregate in my sanctuary judged only by my hands.

down here
amp up to eleven. six nickel wound strings have saved me again.
Suits and ties are not to congregate in my sanctuary judged only by my hands.

down here
tears so thick, like glue they drip and build a castle slow.
I can see you saved for me the sweetness that still glows.

And though you're still my
you will go
Back to the grave

Once you needed me
But now you'll go solo

[solo: "Death's Sweet Embrace" by S.C. McGrath]

Callously flaying your skin,