Sing 歌词

Pick up the microphone and sing Let them know what you feel inside Never try to hide… Give up living in your dreams Don't you know this is real life Not some kind of rhyme… Just when you think you can make up your mind The loving ones come up from your behind And the singing's gone. GONE. Ain't got nothing for you here Get your car and just start to drive Not afraid to slide… Don't ever try to make me blink Give it up, I got my open eyes And I can hardly cry… The loving ones don't seem that nice no more Just when you need them they walk out the door And the singing's gone. GONE.