Won't you wake me up from this
Yeeah come on
You can turn it on
Yeah come on
Wake me up, wake me up
Wake me up, wake me up
Yeeah, come on
You can turn it on
Yeah come on
Cause you never really die
Flash bulbs go off in my face (yeah come on)
Think of small town with disgrace (yeah come on)
Just how did it come to this (yeah come on)
All they see is a vacant face
It goes over and over and over and over but yet
There something beautiful
Over and over, goes over and over but yeah
Still something beautiful, mystical
It goes over and over and over and over but yet
There something beautiful
Over and over, goes over and over but yeah
Still something beautiful, mystical
Used to be so beautiful
And pretty goddamn truthful too
You once said that I was deep
That was 'fore I walked asleep
Won't you wake me up from this? (yeah come on)
All I need is a prince to kiss (you can turn it on)
then my beauty will be back mine (yeah come on)
It's my soul and my soul I'll find
I'm goin' Nike, Nike, Italy, France
Romance
The situation, the situation is:
Beethoven, roll over...
It goes over and over and over and over but yet
There something beautiful
Over and over, goes over and over but yeah
Still something beautiful, mystical
It goes over and over and over and over but yet
There something beautiful
Over and over, goes over and over but yeah
Still something beautiful, mystical
BT: [laughter] {???} f*ck {???}!
Rose: I'm not kidding! ... {this is like spiritual}
BT: Why did you flip them off to start with?
Rose: I don't think the rest of them knew who it was.
Only the driver - {This woman is standing back}...
BT: Wait, so you flipped off the driver that was monk at the Getty Museum and then they wanted to take pictures with you.
Rose: All the rest of them did...
Stars collide and steal my fate
I'm the one they'll all embrace
I get down on my knees and pray
{to think of your love some day}
Silver's tarnished - blackened now
But I have faith I'll have my crown
Don't listen to sirens sing
Keep my truth I will take in
Yeah, come on...you can turn it on
Yeah, come on...but you never really die
Yeah, come on...turn it on
Yeah, come on...but you never really die
Yeah, come on...turn it on
Yeah, come on...but you never really die
It goes over and over and over and over but yet
There something beautiful
Over and over, goes over and over but yeah
Still something beautiful, mystical
It goes over and over and over and over but yet
There something beautiful
Over and over, goes over and over but yeah
Still something beautiful, mystical
