| Word Gets Around Open your mind I�ll sing you a song, Pouring my heart out Doesn�t take too long. Cause everybody everywhere Thinks they know everything About us, and all our thoughts, Beaten by the stings Of life. Phoebe�s on the carousel, I still feel alone, All the pain and hurt, The fault is all my own. And I�m at a party wasting away, Sara�s in the back seat breaking my heart, No matter what I say It all falls apart Again. |