All That You've Got

We wanna have it, all that you've got
We wanna chase it, we want it hot
We wanna see, all that you see
I wanna act on every urge that's inside me

Yeah your pain is a ride and you're life's only paper
Yeah your wife just called, said she might call later
And a home is a home, and your life is a flat-screen
Yeah don't look now, you're already a has-been

We wanna feel all that you feel
I wanna feel that my time here is a big deal
We wanna have it, we wanna touch it
All that you got, we wanna grab it

What you reap is what you sow
And what you sow is an unknown

Yeah your pain is a ride and you're life's only paper
Yeah your wife just called, said she might call later
And a home is a home, and your life is a flat-screen
Yeah don't look now, you're already a has-been



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Iansek, Joanna Syme
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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