Pablo Natario

It s hard for me to say the things I want to say sometimes There s no one here but […]

Kids round here look just like sticks trade old licks with a beat up six I just smile and catch

Gently approaching you, but not knowing what to say praying you don t have a man offering you a drink,

Excuse me love Can I come dance with you? Uh, yeah (Hmm, yeah) 2000, Jon B ish uh yeah All

There s a room at the end of the world Where my secrets go to hide There s a room

Look at this world It s filled with worn out faces Forgotten places Where nothing changes Whatever happened To that

She left home, 17 Packed her bags cut was seam Couldn t stay, one more day In a house where

Everybody wants something, just a little more We re makin a living and what we re livin for? A rich

This is our time This is our night Are you alive? Get up, get up, get up, get up, time

This one goes out to the man who mines for miracles This one goes out to the ones in need

I m a fighter for love I m a fighter for truth I m a fighter for me I m

To me it s all too late Inside my aching head Pictures of you on my wall See em time