Monday, February 11, 2008

Definitively Arbitrary

Bright Lights - Matchbox 20

She got out of town.
The railway New York bound.
Took all except my name.
Another alien on Broadway.

Something’s in this world, you can’t change.
Something’s you cant see until it’s too late.

Baby, baby, baby,
When all your love is gone,
Who will save me
From all I’m up against out in this world?
Maybe, maybe, maybe,
You’ll find something that’s enough to keep you,
But if the bright lights don’t receive you,
You should turn yourself around
And come on home.

I got a hole in me now.
Yeah I got a scar I can talk about.
She keeps a picture of me
In her apartment in the city.
Something’s in this world, man they don’t make sense.
Something’s you don’t need until they leave you.
They’re the things that you’ll miss

Baby, baby, baby,
When all your love is gone,
Who will save me
From all I’m up against out in this world?
Maybe, maybe, maybe
You’ll find something that’s enough to keep you,
But if the bright lights don’t receive you,
You should turn yourself around
And come on home.

Let that city take you in (come on home).
Let that city take spit you out (come on home).
Let that city take you down (come on home).
For God’s sake turn around.

Baby, baby, baby,
When all your love is gone,
Who will save me
From all I’m up against out in this world?
Maybe, maybe, maybe,
You’ll find something that’s enough to keep you,
But if the bright lights don’t receive you,
Well, just turn yourself around
And come on home.

Yeah come on home.
Yeah come on home.
Come on home.
Yeah come on home.
Baby, Baby, Baby,
Come on home.
Yeah come on home.
Baby baby Baby Baby,
Yeah come on home.

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