Song Succession Game

Sadly, the music world is full of cheese.

Owner of a lonely heart
Owner of a lonely heart
Much better than a
Owner of a broken heart
Owner of a lonely heart

How long 'til we understand that a little boy
Needs his Daddy at home
How long 'til he comes back home again
How long 'til we understand that a little boy
Needs his Daddy at home
Sometimes the smallest broken heart
Takes a lifetime to mend

My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

I was born a poor boy, left home when I was four
Momma never named me so I never was for sure
I learned to read enough to know life was not so kind
All I own is my guitar and my peace of mind

I used to dream of being a wanderer,
With just my sneakers and my own guitar.
Well, it got lonely right away, now I'm happy just to play
With my daughter in my own back yard.

That one guitar, felt good in his hands, didn't take long, to understand
Just one guitar, slung way down low
Was a one way ticket, only one way to go

You hear a loud guitar
You wonder what we are
You say we're all the same
You see us dressed in black
Preparing to attack
You say it's such a shame

And the man at the back said everyone attack
And it turned into a ballroom blitz

(Turn around)
Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round
(Turn around)
Every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears

There's murder in money
Prison in fame
Danger in love
And tears in the rain

One love feeds the fire
One heart burns desire
I wonder, who's cryin' now
Two hearts born to run
Who'll be the lonely one
I wonder, who's cryin' now

One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the loneliest number since the number one

Whatcha gonna do when your number's up,
Time to lay diplomas down;
Whatcha gonna do when your number's up
And you're buried six feet underground?
Spent your life looking out for number one,
Pridle'll come before a fall.
Whatcha gonna do when your number's up?
Were you thinking that was the end of it all?

Bad boys
Whatcha want, watcha want
Whatcha gonna do
When sheriff John Brown come for you
Tell me

Spiders all around you, spinning webs and make you pray
Tie you up and you can't get away
Bad boys running wild

The wild and the young
They all have their dreams
The wild and the young
They've got to be free
The sun never sets
For souls on the run
The wild and the young

Only the young can say
They're free to fly away
Sharing the same desires
Burnin' like wildfire

But if I stayed here with you, girl
Things just couldn't be the same
'Cause I'm free as a bird now
And this bird you cannot change

You're free, free to do what you want to
Choose your own destiny
Free to do what you want to

Oh tell me what cha want what you really really want!

I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me
I'm begging you to beg me

Love, love me do.
You know I love you.
I'll always be true.
So please, love me do.

Guilty/Forgiven wrote:

I was born a poor boy, left home when I was four
Momma never named me so I never was for sure
I learned to read enough to know life was not so kind
All I own is my guitar and my peace of mind

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Always there for youuuuuu…