conversation pit You're sleeping underneath yesterday's papers And pretending the tsunami hasn't hit Friday was the crucifixion Saturday, cremation under glass The resurrection was on Sunday
to gravel roads, and fishin' with cane poles, wasn't no swimmin' pools, jus swimmin' holes. We was dirt road poor, and cane switched raised, I've been came a long way since back
gravel roads, and fishin' with cane poles, wasn't no swimmin' pools, jus swimmin' holes. We was dirt road poor, and cane switched raised, I've been came a long way since back
we got to this 24-hour cafe I didn't like the look of it so we left and got a taxi back to morag's flat I couldn't sleep so I sat about drinking someone
pay One night on the rack and he's back Saddling up Saturday You can only whisper his name But not on Sundays, never on Sundays No not on Sunday's slave
s tragic relates to black Coincidental? No, here's an example, Jack Words as ancient as fossils or artifacts Black Sunday or Monday, black tongues or lungs May 'cause a black sleep
Every night she sleeps alone And by her bed she puts the phone And every morning after that She takes the phone and puts it back He's got a wife back
sleep, will you just keep trying? (We paint our sins on the ceiling), I might give it up, if you just keep trying (Well I keep them glued to my chest), If I talk in my sleep
So please, please, (please) I'm running out of sympathy,(I'm running out of sympathy) I never said I'd take this, I never said I'd take this lying down
can, Like I can! Maybe It wasn't good enough, BUT I gave you all i could, Would HE stay up late, If you can't sleep, Cause baby I would, (I would) And
[Chorus:] Oh my what a night I'm a wake up in the morning like oh, oh [x2] She super fine she looking at me With them light brown we in the back seat
back homeward Once there was a way to get back home Sleep, pretty darling; do not cry And I will sing a lullaby Once there was a way To get back homeward
I'm 'bouta hit the sack 'cause I can't take this shit no more Relax my mind, take a deep breath and let my head sink in pillow Take a seven hour nap,
about money Throw it in the air Make it rain hundreds I get guap Monday through Sunday Never sleep on me Never seen me coming Check my resume, your boy top notch Take
the pizzerm Hair longer than hers, sharp with the fizzur Doggy dizzog you know I like 'em dizzog Like Kobe to Shaq, so take that (Jermaine Dupri: Take that, take
[Oasis(Band)] Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you [Original] I walk this empty street On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams Where the city sleeps
Buried on Sunday They go back to work on Monday If I was President If I was President If I was President I know some soldiers That sleep, but they
LA, New York and back While you weep in your sleep It's like a pimp slap from a burn on crack And then you got jacked like Lindros on his back In