Ramos, A Head Full Of Dreams got its first multiplatinum certification, in Italy. Now the Italians are mad that they're not touring there. They better announce the San Siro dates soon.
Here we go again, it's the game we love
Sheets all over the floor and they laced with drugs
You ain't play your cards right, you had the Ace of Clubs
Hit you with the Ace of Spade, in your face, and shrugged
Blood drippin' out your arm on my Asian rugs
We was just planning a wedding, caught caucasian doves
You was just tellin' your mans, that you hate the clubs
Now we in the crying game, heart laced with slugs
Are you alone?
Do you need someone? Is it too late to talk?
Did I wait too long?
Thousand words
Don't change a thing
Is it only three?
Three words that you're missing?
I'm just abusive by nature, not cause I hate ya
Not cause I wanna get someone to imitate ya
I know it's hard, I know I intimidate ya
But is you stayin' or goin'?
I couldn't breathe and you ain't even know it
How come you never show it?
All this love you speak of
All I want is to love and be loved
(To love and be loved)
I'm losin' a thing I thought I'd win
And I'm coming undone
Cause the tears don't end
