Not on my time If god himself couldn't wash you out I know were both part of a scene, whoa Not on my time If god himself couldn't hear you out I know
back of every dream I could build it up on you If it changed a single thing But you spin it around and shake it up till rises on the back of your head
tell, Oh can?t you tell I will sing, oh I will sing Right now I am the rhythm king, Can?t you tell, oh cant you tell, in my world, in my world Bridge
through you. I just want the same old things we had back then. I'm so sarcastic, get things back to the start. Here we go and we go again, It's the same
the worst song ever... la da da da da, da daa, (this is the worst song ever) la da da da da, da dahh da (this is the worst song ever) la da da da da,
here I left my heart in California I left my heart in California I left my heart in California I left my heart in California I left my heart in California