təˈdeɪ ɪz ˈgɑnə bi ðə deɪ That they're gonna throw it back to you ðæt ðɛr ˈgɑnə θroʊ ɪt bæk tu ju
By now you should've somehow
baɪ naʊ ju ˈʃʊdəv ˈsʌmˌhaʊ Realized what you gotta do ˈriəˌlaɪzd wʌt ju ˈgɑtə du I don't believe that anybody aɪ doʊnt bɪˈliv ðæt ˈɛnibədi Feels the way I do, about you now filz ðə weɪ aɪ du, əˈbaʊt ju naʊ
Backbeat, the word was on the street
Backbeat, ðə wɜrd wʌz ɑn ðə strit That the fire in your heart is out ðæt ðə ˈfaɪər ɪn jʊər hɑrt ɪz aʊt I'm sure you've heard it all before aɪm ʃʊr juv hɜrd ɪt ɔl bɪˈfɔr But you never really had a doubt bʌt ju ˈnɛvər ˈrɪli hæd ə daʊt I don't believe that anybody aɪ doʊnt bɪˈliv ðæt ˈɛnibədi Feels the way I do about you now filz ðə weɪ aɪ du əˈbaʊt ju naʊ And all the roads we have to walk are winding ænd ɔl ðə roʊdz wi hæv tu wɔk ɑr ˈwaɪndɪŋ And all the lights that lead us there are blinding ænd ɔl ðə laɪts ðæt lid ʌs ðɛr ɑr ˈblaɪndɪŋ There are many things that I ðɛr ɑr ˈmɛni θɪŋz ðæt aɪ