Lyrics:
At the end of the rainbow, there's happiness
And to find it how often I've tried
But my life is a race, just a wild goose chase
And my dreams have
to face
A bottle of red, a bottle of whites
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant
Things are
My fingernails are getting broken
My grip is somehow getting loose
I never wanted it to change, oh yeah
Waiting for the end of time
Waiting to be
It's only the end of the world again
Down by the ocean
The frogmen are surfacing but,
The beast beneath the skin has been
Whispering, wondering
BS- Chances are you'll find me
Somewhere on your road tonight
Seems I always end up drivin' by
Ever since I've known you
It just seems you're
black tux, binocular
Black luxe, stop it I shouldn't be so popular
Name keep poppin' up face keep poppin' up
On the tube I'm just watchin' Pacquaio box
it
Huh, and in the end we all got dicked
These are our heroes, thanks a lot, public school systems still rot
Still harassed by cops, snitches
won't go it alone
If you roll it on home
The last ten texts were with your ex
And all of 'em were sent by you
But you keep starin' at your phone
One more night, all alone
Sittin' here by the telephone
TV light down the hall
Past the room where we shared it all
It coulda been a stranger
At the end of the rainbow, there's happiness
And to find it how often I've tried
But my life is a race, just a wild goose chase
And all my
ugly and saying that you have an STD during the course of this album
Even though all of those things are true
I, I mean not true
I guess, in the end
And solitaire's the only game in town
And every road that takes him, takes him down
And by himself, it's easy to pretend
He'll never love again
And keeping
a music video
And here we did one in 10 days
That’s Kanye: It’s been a wild ride"
The director said West played him his entire
Forthcoming album, "So Help
the message from the oxygen
Making a list
Find the cost of opportunity
Doing it right
Facts are useless in emergencies
The feeling returns
Whenever we
she leave on the light
While she waited and prayed that you came in
And who'd be there for you right up to the end
Think about it tonight
Are you
This magic moment, so different and so new
Was like any other until I kissed you
And then it happened, it took me by surprise
I knew that you felt
Take me by the hand, ooh show me
Here I am baby, ooh
It always ends up this way
Me begging you every day
A love that I cannot have
You broke
you act right
By the end of the night
You might get the candy
With the South Side boss Twist that spinach
Put fire on the end of the
Bitch and let me
very beautiful
When you are who you are
People never seem to want to be themselves
So they end up running in circles confused
Yeah, confused
Just
the end of me
Good news for Tommy D
And Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como
Why should it get their goat
Each time I bend a note
Dick Haymes, Dick Todd,
club 'em to death
and get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard
Get to end up, on the dirty boulevard
going out, to the dirty boulevard
the world has crumbled
Shattered by a word
The end has come
By heart is numb
Was like a volt from the blue above
I can't believe it
But you're gone
I know you feel these are the worst of times
I do believe it's true
When people lock their doors and hide inside
Rumor has it it's the end
Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw
Tell me where are you going
Sweet mademoiselle
To London or Paris
To the Grand Hotel
Where
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