to you Let her breathe the air, don't wanna be alone Where do you belong Anna Lee? Behind those eyes A vivid scene, a lucid dream within Questioned secrets
A thorn in my side, chip on my shoulder A lump in my throat, the size of a boulder The chill up my spine, can?t get any colder And you wonder why I can
Being around you is driving me crazy Watching you run is making me lazy You're trying to buy a place in my head Telling me lines I've already read Speaking
your head And not go insane when the only light at the end Of the tunnel is another train The lies ten feet tall Have broken my fall Welcome you all
: [l: John Petrucci] There, there it is I swear he's gonna murder that poor kid Wait, i hear it again Don't turn on the lights until we Hear the way
: [l: Mike Portnoy] A thorn in my side, a chip on my shoulder A lump in my throat, the size of a boulder The chill up my spine, can't get any colder
: (Instrumental)
with the tide Through the holes in my hands Crown of thorns At my side drawing lines in the sand We fabricate our demons Invite them into our homes
: [l: John Petrucci dedicated to John E. Petrucci] I was sitting on the edge of his bed Staring at the headlines on the paper He said, "look at poor
: [l: Mike Portnoy] Open your eyes And turn off your mind Step right up folks and you will find Agrowing trend An epidemic Spread with zen And hypodermics
i'll enjoy the ride today It's raining, raining, On the streets of New York city It's raining, raining, raining deep in heaven Dream theater exclusively
: [l: John Petrucci&Desmond Child] Being round you is driving me crazy Watching you run is making me lazy You're trying to buy a place in my head Telling
to you Let her breathe the air Don't wanna be alone where do you belong Anna lee Behind those eyes The vivid scene A lucid dream within Questioned secrets
: [l: John Petrucci] He's just the kind of man You hear about Who leaves his family For an easy out They never saw the signs He never said a word He
[l: Mike Portnoy] A thorn in my side, a chip on my shoulder A lump in my throat, the size of a boulder The chill up my spine, can't get any colder And
(Instrumental)
[l: John Petrucci] He's just the kind of man You hear about Who leaves his family For an easy out They never saw the signs He never said a word He couldn
