Text: Jets To Brazil. Other. Tender Criminal.

When the worlds/words???? Harder work ????
All the things we were fighting for just for you ???
I want to shake you and make you believe
Sooner or later
Can't walk out on

Tender Criminal
You're hardly not innocent

And the delicate remark is visible in an instant
They belong to ???? dramatized by dreams
Why can't you see we're common, united
Even if we constantly can't stop fighting

I don't want revenge
I just want to try sometimes

My head is on fire
What kind of god
Would ever allow this to happen?
They're building a bomb
A more perfect breast
They're teaching the natives computers

I don't want to die
Don't know how to live
I tell you I'm having this problem
Performing in bed
When you go out
I feel like a spy in my body

had a nervous collapse
had to run through my life
had to break up the band
to know it was mine
sometimes you gotta be sad
just to know who you are
I don't know who you are.

I don't want revenge
I just want some tenderness

This is the news
They poisoned the well
There's so much that I didn't tell you
you ask how I am
I tell you "on fire"
I feel like a drop in a bucket
What can you do?
I'm making a scene
Acting alone on an impulse
If this is the end
Don't wanna be right
I wanna try

And I know it's ending
And I know it's ending
And I know it's ending
And I know it's ending