Okay, three little boys. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30. And the search goes on, the more I look, my world keeps getting smaller, staring at the sun, searching for the light, almost ended up blind. Somebody see what they wanna see, claiming victory, oh, but that's not me. Give me a trick, give me something real, I just wanna feel like it's mine, all mine. Ooh, really mine, come on and give me something, something that's mine, all mine, all mine. Ooh, really mine, come on and give me something, something that's mine, all mine, all mine. Mine, all mine. All the words on the wall look the same in the mirror, every real and every true. Oh, you've got Isla in the east, you've got Jesus in the west, Christ, what's a man to do? There's not a cure for anything, just kill the pain, oh no, my friend. We see a man speaking the word of God, coming to be a friar for his own church of Christ. Stop looking out, start looking in, be your own best friend, stand up and say, hey, this is mine, ooh, all mine. Baby, you've got something, and I've got something, and it's mine, all mine, all mine. Mine, all mine. Mine, all mine. Yes, I'm certain it's mine, all mine. I got to have it. It's mine, all mine. Mine, all mine. Mine, all mine. It's mine, all mine. Mine, all mine. Mine, all mine.