, and all I have is nothing, and I keep on trying, and all I want is You. Everybody's looking around and wants to be found, and I'm just hanging on. I
, and all I have is nothing, and I keep on trying, and all I want is You. Everybody?s looking around and wants to be found, and I?m just hanging on.
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have, and all I have is nothing, and I keep on trying, and all I want is You. Everybody?s looking around and wants to be found, and I?m just hanging on
Don?t sweat the small stuff, keep your chin up, Just hang tough, and If it get too rough, Fall on your knees and pray, and do that everyday Then you?ll
better way Don't sweat the small stuff Keep your chin up Just hang tough And if it gets too rough Fall on your knees and pray And do that everyday Then
Good morning heartache You're the one who knew me when Might as well get used to You hanging around Good morning heartache Come on, sit down Stop haunting
trees And the waiting scene and the sunday dream They're all waiting here for me Deli markets with their flower stands Pretty girls and the burning men Hanging out on
And he has to wonder why Chorus: He's an old hippie and he don't know what to do Should he hang on to the old Should he grab on to the new He's an
voice She was in real trouble and all by herself She said, "I don't want to be a burden, it's not your problem Maybe I should just hang up After all
make the grade Feels like Sunday everyday And I can't stop the rain Feels like Sunday everyday What do the papers say? Feels like Sunday everyday Get up and go now Feels like Sunday
like cheech and chong. Waking up everyday just to jam and smoke a pinner. None of us have steady jobs, I said Monday through Sunday, everyday was the
out We'll stand beside you try to guide you That's what family's about But it's your decision to make Six months later on a Sunday morning That baby
photograph Hanging on my wall Of a place I've never been to... I'll never make the grade (Feels like Sunday everyday) And I can't stop the rain (Feels like Sunday everyday
Fuck about police, we Park Hillians with gold geese And everyday's a Sunday Easter Cousins in Gaza, the new improved Shottas Stretched out, mink on the
