hide Sometimes it?s hard Sometimes it hurts It makes you feel weak But you?re still fighting You?re still hunting Those shadows in your head (Bridge) Sometimes it?s hard Sometimes
Sometimes the sun shines on us Sometimes the rain goes and a rainbow?s all that?s left We got lucky, hey, didn?t we, baby? ?Cause I like your head
I was up and sown all night Thoughts stick to me like glue Sometimes the sunrise doesn't look so good When the sun sets down on you Too much talkin'
called me just to talk She's my lover, she's a friend of mine She says, "Hey mister you wanna take a walk In the wild West End, sometime" And I get trouble
down on her knees cried till she prayed Mist was on the water low run the tide Janey held her son down at the riverside Waist deep in the water how bright the sun
Uh Yea) Yo flash let me talk to shawty right here real quick let me say this Looking at you sometimes is hard on my eyes i get blinding So when the sun
my breath on flatbush avenue some people say it once, we're gonna say it thrice we're not the sons of brady or the three blind mice and the mist a mist
was your world And you were Mister Ruby's girl He gave you dreams and schemes that swirl Around your head and your body And when you drink sometimes
We spent the summer running Scared of what they might do After we spent the winter crying In the mist we came all unglued Sometimes back to school It
I'm faced with the ultimate truth What if I see things don't improve I know they could Loving you tonight feels good The sun is rising, there's mist
O. Alexander] [Lyrics: O. Alexander] Forever the snow falls into a pond of tears As they fall from the sky. . . descending, sometimes they cry Sometimes
Sometimes when I go walking among the tall trees I feel the light coming down on me Under moon, under sun, I feel the chosen one Through the mist, come
call me just to talk She's my lover she's a friend of mine She says hey mister you wanna take a walk In the wild west end sometime And I get trouble
stars are like eyes climbing out of a mist The temperatures rise like an easter morning sun It's not something you learn, it's just something you do And sometimes
was Fat Mabel and she brought my kid to table Ate pasta with this rasta, went out with her sister Her hands on her chin, thought she was a mister Went
Sometimes in the evening when it's all kind of still Sweet mountain music floats over the hill On a laurel scented breeze Sometimes when the nightbirds are scolding the mist
borrow I said You're there you might as well stay The morning mist arises through another crack in the glass The lack of sleep has made me numb But sometimes
