If I could,then I would.I'll gowhereveryou will goI wish youcould knowwhat itmeans to bemeI must bedreaming orwe're ontosomethingIf only I could,I'd make a dealwith god and I'dget him to swapour placesYou've got tomake himexpresshimselfIf I could find away I'd takeback thosewords that havehurt you andyou'd stayCause if you likethe way you lookthat much, babyyou should goand loveyourselfI used to rulethe world,seas wouldrise when Igave the wordCananybody findmesomebody tolove?Free!I wish I knewhow it wouldfeel to befreeWith the recordselection andthe mirror'sreflection I'mdancing withmyselfI had hoped you'dsee my face andthat you'd bereminded that forme it isn't overBut you don'treally carefor music, doyou?You're probablywith that blondegirl who alwaysmade me doubtIt's much toolate to savemyself fromfallingExpressyourselfI used to rollthe dice, feelthe fear inmy enemy'seyesHeavenmust bemissingan angelDon't letthe sungo downon meBut had mebelieving itwas alwayssomethingI'd doneNow you'rejustsomebodythat I used toknowThere's nothingto lose andthere's nothingto prove whenI'm dancing withmyselfConcretejungle wheredreams aremade ofIf I could,then I would.I'll gowhereveryou will goI wish youcould knowwhat itmeans to bemeI must bedreaming orwe're ontosomethingIf only I could,I'd make a dealwith god and I'dget him to swapour placesYou've got tomake himexpresshimselfIf I could find away I'd takeback thosewords that havehurt you andyou'd stayCause if you likethe way you lookthat much, babyyou should goand loveyourselfI used to rulethe world,seas wouldrise when Igave the wordCananybody findmesomebody tolove?Free!I wish I knewhow it wouldfeel to befreeWith the recordselection andthe mirror'sreflection I'mdancing withmyselfI had hoped you'dsee my face andthat you'd bereminded that forme it isn't overBut you don'treally carefor music, doyou?You're probablywith that blondegirl who alwaysmade me doubtIt's much toolate to savemyself fromfallingExpressyourselfI used to rollthe dice, feelthe fear inmy enemy'seyesHeavenmust bemissingan angelDon't letthe sungo downon meBut had mebelieving itwas alwayssomethingI'd doneNow you'rejustsomebodythat I used toknowThere's nothingto lose andthere's nothingto prove whenI'm dancing withmyselfConcretejungle wheredreams aremade of

Mind Flow 2 Review: Musical Bingo - Call List

(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.


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  1. If I could, then I would. I'll go wherever you will go
  2. I wish you could know what it means to be me
  3. I must be dreaming or we're onto something
  4. If only I could, I'd make a deal with god and I'd get him to swap our places
  5. You've got to make him express himself
  6. If I could find a way I'd take back those words that have hurt you and you'd stay
  7. Cause if you like the way you look that much, baby you should go and love yourself
  8. I used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word
  9. Can anybody find me somebody to love?
  10. Free!
  11. I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
  12. With the record selection and the mirror's reflection I'm dancing with myself
  13. I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over
  14. But you don't really care for music, do you?
  15. You're probably with that blonde girl who always made me doubt
  16. It's much too late to save myself from falling
  17. Express yourself
  18. I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
  19. Heaven must be missing an angel
  20. Don't let the sun go down on me
  21. But had me believing it was always something I'd done
  22. Now you're just somebody that I used to know
  23. There's nothing to lose and there's nothing to prove when I'm dancing with myself
  24. Concrete jungle where dreams are made of