Wake Up
HereжЉЇ to the man who gives to the poor
With a hole in his pride you know
He only wants to give more
HereжЉЇ to the man who feels for the weak
The moral of this story is
You can never have too much, too late
Perhaps I need you
More than I appreciate you
We all feel a little danger
When thereжЉЇ something in the air
We all feel a little hunger
When thereжЉЇ nothing to care about
Perhaps I need you
More than you need me
HereжЉЇ to the man who deals with his life
Who is not insecure and will
Always try to do right
HereжЉЇ to the man who feels for the weak
The moral of this story is
You can never have too much, too late
Perhaps I need you
More than I appreciate you
I donжЉ° know why you treat me like you do
You continuously break my heart
When you say I donжЉ° understand you
We all feel a little danger
When thereжЉЇ something in the air
We all feel a little hunger
When thereжЉЇ nothing to care about
Sayinsomething, sayinnothing
You will be a little quieter with a gun in your mouth
I am facing north and youжЉ®e still facing south
Perhaps I need you
More than you need me