You've been here before yeah, you've seen it all and I won't even let you look over my walls Say you're terrified so am I But I won't give in I could
Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans, jeans Boots with the fur, with the fur The whole club was lookin? at her She hit the flo?, she hit the flo? Next thing
Salvador The afternoon sunlight Is folding around us The dishes are done The buildings here Tall as our mountains Slice through the windows And cut off
I hear the train a comin' it's rollin 'round the bend And I a'int seen the sunshine since I don't know when I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, and time keeps
Sunday morning You're gonna find my love shining on you You're gonna find my love Ooh, I'm waiting And I'm forever anticipating Your face on my pillow
Haven't got a lot to learn And my eyes they stray again Looking for a satellite In the rays of heaven again There's no other ending Sunday sun Yesterdays
Lazy Sunday, wake up in the late afternoon Call Parnell just to see how he's doin' Hello? What up, Parns? Yo, Samberg, what's crackin'? You thinkin' what
Yeah, on the remix to up Sunday afternoon, yo DOA, bring it to me, baby Well, well, well Listen to me, baby I Bright and early Sunday morning I go to
Working hard to get it on for you, everyday and night I give you all I've got to give, take it all Love I know that you're feelin' blue, lonely deep inside
Yes I can't believe the news today Oh, I can't close my eyes and make it go away How long, how long must we sing this song? How long? How long? 'Cause
Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black
It's a Sunday night, Sunday night with my baby It's a Sunday night, Sunday night with my baby I feel like you're the real thing And I feel like I could
For those who've slept For those who've kept Themselves jacked up How Jesus wept, Sunday, Sunday For those in need For those who speed For those who
Here I lie On my own in a separate sky... Here I lie On my own in a separate sky... I don't want to die On my own, here, tonight Here I lie On my
Baby, I know that we got trouble in the fields And the bankers swarm like locusts out there Turning away our yields And the trains roll by our silo, silver
In the tree-lined cities in forgotten fields Some are born too pretty, some are born too real Some to death-wish pity, while the selfish steal Some ground
I can barely feel the sheets with all these crumbs down in my bed How can I get to sleep with all this buzzin' in my head And who'd have ever thought
We get sick when we get started What you got is what you wanted I sleep in a lake of navy I know how many times you played my song Thirty one, thirty