Lita Ford

(Ford/Holiday,Carter, Dennison)
Words are spoken, swallowed in vain
Slowly, IВґm choking
I cough it up, cough it up, cough it up again
Familiar, familiar
Laughing, laughing at the man who
Never had a chance to dream your dreams
Find it funny here today, you know
But, if by tomorrow, you might wonder then
Why your seeds are weeds
Familiar, familiar
Familiar, is it familiar?
*Open up - ThereВґs a river in us all
Open up - From the cradle where we crawl
Open up - ItВґs so unusual
Open up - Cause sitting on the wall
EverybodyВґs got to Fall