you sell You promise me heaven, then put me through hell Chains of love got a hold on me When passion's a prison, you can't break free You're a loaded
: I used to be the kind of guy Who'd never let you look inside I'd smile when I was crying I had nothing but to a lot to lose Thought I had a lot
broken heart lies bleeding You say true love it's suicide You say you're cried a thousand rivers And now you're swimming for the shore You left me
: This Romeo is bleeding But you can't see his blood It's nothing but some feelings That this old dog kicked up It's been raining since you left
arms are reaching through the night I'll never give up the fight I'll go the distance There's a thread that runs between us pulling 'cross this great
on Faith: you know you're gonna live through the rain Lord you got to keep the faith Faith: don't let your love turn to hate Right now we got to
Give these loving arms a try baby Have a little faith in me Have a little faith in me Have a little faith in me Have a little faith in me Have a
find a better life Find a better life Find a better life C'mon, c'mon, c'mon Come on, come on, come on What you gonna do with your life? Come on
We got something that'll never die Our dreams, our pride My heart beats like a drum (all night) Flesh to flesh, one to one (and it's all right)
your arms are reaching through the night I'll never give up the fight I'll go the distance There's a thread that runs between us pulling 'cross this great
all you do is think I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride I'm wanted dead or alive Wanted dead or alive I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride I
be diving me a thrill And I don't need no anesthesia Or a nurse to bring a pill I got a dirty down addition It doesn't leave a track I got a jone
a difference If we make it or not We've got each other and that's a lot For love - we'll give it a shot We're half way there Livin' on a prayer
your hands on me, Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, Lay your hands on me I'm a fighter, I'm a poet, I'm a preacher
This ain't a song for the broken-hearted No silent prayer for the faith-departed I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd You're gonna hear my voice
Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know 'Cause a bottle of vodka is still