Yes, I'm your angel, I'll give you everything In my magic power, so make a wish And I'll let it come true for you Tra, la, la, la, la Yes, you're my
Even after all these years I miss you when you're not here I wish you were here, my dear Yoko Even if it's just a day I miss you when you're away I wish
Hold on John, John, hold on It's gonna be alright You gonna win the fight Hold on Yoko, Yoko, hold on It's gonna be alright You gonna make the flight
I told you before, stay away from my door Don't give me that brother, brother, brother, brother The freaks on the phone, won't leave me alone So don't
The food is cold Your eyes are cold The window's cold The bed's cold Give me something that's not cold, come on, come on Give me something that's not
Reaching, reaching love Love is real, real is love Love is feeling, feeling love Love is wanting to be loved Love is touch, touch is love Love is reaching
People say we got it made Don't they know we're so afraid? Isolation We're afraid to be alone Everybody got to have a home, isolation Just a boy and
Look at me Who am I supposed to be? Who am I supposed to be? Look at me What am I supposed to be? What am I supposed to be? Look at me Oh, my love Oh
Well, well, well, oh well Well, well, well, oh well I took my loved one out to dinner So we could get a bite to eat And though we both had been much
My mummy's dead I can't get through my head Though it's been so many years My mummy's dead I can't explain So much pain I could never show it My mummy
Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss me love Just one kiss, kiss will do Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss me love Just one kiss, kiss will do Why death? Why life? Warm hearts
God is a concept By which we measure our pain I'll say it again God is a concept By which we measure our pain I don't believe in magic I don't believe
Mother, you had me but I never had you I wanted you, you didn't want me So I, I just got to tell you Goodbye, goodbye Father, you left me but I never
I'm sick and tired of hearing things from Uptight, short sided, narrow minded hypocrites All I want is the truth, just give me some truth I've had enough
This is a story about your friend and mine Who is it? Who is it? Who is it? There you stand with your L.A. tan And your New York walk and your New York
Well, it was Sunday Bloody Sunday Oh, when they shot the people there The cries of thirteen martyrs filled the free derry air Is there any one amongst
Well, well, I been to Meat City to see for myself Well, I been to Meat City to see for myself Been to Meat City, been to Meat Just got to give me some
How the man [Incomprehensible] Okay, now, listen, now lookin' here This here's a story about This is a story Well, remember when you were young? How