God Made Me The Sundays

God Made Me looking for an insult there's a trickle in my head seeing it's worth the effort I forgive myself talks that we had are becoming a blur if only I could love my neighbour waiting here

Sundays Counting Crows

You think that you can do without me But I don't believe in Sundays And I don't believe in anything at all Your mother made you in a parking lot My mother made me out of flesh and wire Try to remember

sundays PILLOW

잠시 누워 나의 방의 하늘 내가 원했던 건 이런 색깔이었나 불이 꺼진 위에서 아래로 더 fallin 압박을 피해서 한참을 서 있다 눈은 더 패였고 짙어지는 다크써클 보낸 밤이 묻히고 떠난 걸 쌓여버린 컵 몇번의 생각과 그 안을 함께 삼켰어 Don’t play around me No more Cuz I feel the same way Anyway How long

I Feel The Sundays

don't wake me up yet o the young & the old they get everything & it's my turn I'm here, I'm someone to know I'm calling the tune but I'm losing the words laughingly I take the fevered applause

Sundays Moonpools & Caterpillars

Don't turn your back on me, I'm dying inside. Is there a yearning inside, That keeps the spirit breaking. Is there a yearning inside? That reminds us we'll succeed?

Giant Formula Sundays

I want to believe I’m here for a cause And I want to see the world is it was But I am a boy inside of a man Slowly facing the riddle of being simple with a plan The moment we came and the moment we

hideous towns The Sundays

hideous towns don't ask me why, don't ask me why I'll join the army, the Salvation Army but it didn't help don't ask me why, don't ask me why I joined the army, but it drove me barmy and it didn't

GREAT BIG SKY SUNDAYS

You and me through the southlands With nothing else on our minds I Can still hear you howling In the warm starry night We had time to kill And Miles to beat While a great big sky kept hanging over

Goodbye The Sundays

Goodbye I vow that it's goodbye and God bless why did we have to assume we're exactly the same?

Remembering Sundays Masego

I remember Sundays afternoon time When the world was something large and strange [Verse 1] I need a small town Don't know where to live now I need emotion I need a caravan Hate a Mercedes-Benz I don't

I won The Sundays

I won ooh, let me take a candle to a cellar tonight and I'd like to take some matches there and set it alight I can, cos I've seen those kind of places before ooh, I'd like to have a party in a cellar

Wind Up (Palais Des Sports, Paris, 5th July 1975) Jethro Tull

When I was young and they packed me off to school and taught me how not to play the game I didn't mind if they groomed me for success or if they said that I was a fool So I left there in the morning with

So Much The Sundays

So Much dream and fantasize Slave to your desire, you'll buy anything Curse and criticize middle-aged and at your door and they're selling you the son of God it's so hard to ignore You want

Same Love (Feat. Mary Lambert) Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

it all meant For those who like the same sex had the characteristics The right wing conservatives think its a decision And you can be cured with some treatment and religion Man made rewiring of

Seven Sundays Extreme

One day we'll find the time to spend, together until then, My Love IF I HAD ONE WISH IT WOULDN'T BE HARD TO CHOOSE SEVEN SUNDAYS IN A ROW CAUSE THAT'S THE DAY THAT I SPEND WITH YOU Someday

Wind Up Jethro Tull

Wind Up When I was young and they packed me off to school and taught me how not to play the game, I didn't mind if they groomed me for success, or if they said that I was a fool.

Somedays Sundays Polarkreis 18

I'm with you Come play for me alone I'm here I'm all alone You know that You know I care You know that You know I care Watching myself Now Watchign myself Now Watching myself You know that You know I

Smokin' On Sundays The Hotknives

And once that you know me you'll see, That I am just being me. Smokin' on Sundays, wasting my time, so leave me on Sundays, Sundays are mine.

Season Of Sundays Vanishing Point

Season Of Sundays Take a look mankind, what have we done Walk on silent, what has become This age we lead that leaves regret We move forward and we forget Look now mankind, what has become See in these

Somedays Neneh Cherry

Wake up without a blink To an even pace where nothing moves Except the pressure from a funky saturday Dropping like bricks on my head Or over the milkyway Starlit electric beams had only just touched me

Sundays And Holidays Red House Painters

What do you think in the back seat Traveling through the yellow open state Am I too slow to turn my thoughts to words To turn meaningless to meaning Am I too down to notice smell and sound To tell dull

cry The Sundays

cry and I'm standing on a platform now I'm staring from a train and all the trees roll back beside but I'm so oblivious to the dark to the light it's all the same you gave me so much and now

What do you think? The Sundays

I need a night off I can't stay here I'm sure to find a way out of this I need a night off just read my lips are you getting the message?

More The Sundays

More burning questions we are told they've gone out time you learned your lesson we all know that tell me boys are you out there?

my finest hour The Sundays

my finest hour when the world, it shows me up my clothes, they show me up I never knew this before the finest hour that I've ever known was finding a pound on the Underground when my words came

Wild Horses The Sundays

As the sun goes down on the arizona plain and the wind whistles by like a runaway train hey hey hey it's a beautiful thing well it's me and you and a flatbed truck my heart kicking over like a whitetail

Here's Where The Story Ends The Sundays

people I know places I go make me feel tongue tied I can see how people look down they're on the inside here's where the story ends people I see, weary of me showing my good side I can see how people look

We Don't Celebrate Sundays Hardcore Superstar

> Come, smash up your seats tonight Sippin'on wine I'm fine The music keeps me up all night Cause I'm full of lust Come with us Run for your lives I'm only lonely when the music's over Lonely when you're

Put Your Love In Me Hot Chocolate

What do the lonely do on Sundays? What do they do or does nobody care? Do they make it through to Mondays Or with a heart filled with pain do they just disappear?

Can'T Be Sure The Sundays

give me a story and give me a bed give me possessions oh love luck and money they go to my head like wildfire it's good to have something to live for you'll find live for tomorrow live for a job and a

folk song The Sundays

folk song summer sky and a throat bone dry and the fields are all gold dusty lane with a song in my brain and it stoned me to my soul I climb higher move towards the fire.....blaze sun silver

your eyes The Sundays

your eyes you ask me why I뭠l tell you then two worlds collide we bury them we뭨e far too drunk to see these things as they are you painted me and I sat quite still a tiny room in Notting

Love The Sundays

Love picture myself as a thin white child back to the day I was born on they slapped me into line as it crossed my mind I've felt better I've felt worse this is my life and it's all very well but

another flavour The Sundays

another flavour fashion - the timing뭩 all wrong they taste another flavour and pretty soon you뭨e gone fashion - this time it뭩 too late you knew you뭗 have to pay for this

summertime The Sundays

summertime Do some people wind up with the one that they adore in a heart-shaped hotel room it's what a heart is for the bubble floats so madly will it stay sky-high?

I kicked a boy The Sundays

I kicked a boy when the weather's fine, when it's sunny outside think about the time I kicked a boy 'til he cried oh, I could've been wrong, but I don't think I was he's such a child when I am alone

a certain someone The Sundays

a certain someone live your life, have your say read your stars, day by day if I could have anything in the world for free I wouldn't share it with anyone else but me oh, live your life, go your

monochrome The Sundays

monochrome it뭩 4 in the morning July in ?

When I'm Thinking About You The Sundays

"Over the rooftops a plane in the sky Beat of a bass drum cars passing me by Under a bridge dark then back into light A river of raincoats and a forest of faces Still for a moment then red into green

24 Hours The Sundays

24 Hours few true cares have I as the world turns round I was blind but now I'm still blind too few cares have I as the world turns sour I was blind but now I'm still blind I liked you for 24

homeward The Sundays

living alone you뭭e stolen my heart and it hurts me to remember now where뭠l I go to?

On Earth The Sundays

On Earth and she's walking on the edge of a knife and she knows it's the death of her Sarah you live & you learn you're invisible and she's walking on the edge of a crowd late at night you can never

You're Not The Only One I Know The Sundays

where's the harm in voicing a doubt you'll find me in the lavatory and where's the harm in talking out loud when I'm on my own what's so wrong with reading my stars when I'll be in the lavatory and what

Skin And Bones The Sundays

you know, and I've been wondering you know, all the way home whether the world will see I'm a better man than others by far you know, I've had it so good how loathsome, and not quite my style work

skin & bones The Sundays

skin & bones you know, and I've been wondering you know, all the way home whether the world will see I'm a better man than others by far you know, I've had it so good how loathsome, and not quite

Blood on my hands The Sundays

Blood on my hands when people say it's sad you know it can't be bad and on any other day I'd be soul destroyed but now I can't afford to listen to a word they say and of all the times we had o

Don't Forget Me Maggie Rogers

handle A good lover or someone who's nice to me Take my money, wreck my Sundays Love me 'til your next somebody Oh, but promise me that when it's time to leave Don't forget me Don't forget me My friend

Star Eden

With the Sundays in my pocket and a little bit of honey I'll get by. With the Sundays in my pocket and a little bit of honey I'll get by. I'm breathing in and out.

Siesta Don Air

With the Sundays in my pocket and a little bit of honey I'll get by. With the Sundays in my pocket and a little bit of honey I'll get by. I'm breathing in and out.

All The Way Under The Hill Daniel Romano

You always said I'd never make it With your cold bitter heart You would knock me down to nothing And tear me apart You wouldn't know it Cus' you're gone now But I found the will To make it all the way