another lonely Sunday. Maybe we'll see that we were wrong If ever we look back one day But till you come back where you belong It's just another lonely Sunday
another lonely Sunday Maybe we'll see that we were wrong If ever we look back one day Until you come back where you belong It's just another lonely Sunday
Sunday. Maby we'll see that we were wrong If ever we look back one day But till you come back where you'll belong It's just another lonely Sunday.
lonely Sunday. Maby we'll see that we were wrong If ever we look back one day But till you come back where you'll belong It's just another lonely Sunday
Even all my other ronnies She ain't even my main lady See I been thinking 'bout it lately Man she really don't deserve me All she wanna do is hurt
In a little while Surely you'll be mine In a little while...I'll be there In a little while This hurt will hurt no more I'll be home, love When
on the line Gotta send me a plastic Jesus There's a check in the mail today That's what I need Somebody to love We just won't eat on Sunday Gotta
the fireworks the kind of pain that never hurts The one you hate to love that's made for you Another unsuspecting Sunday afternoon Another unsuspecting Sunday
I can't breath at all It hurts to think That a sound could heal my wounds Feeling I've been betrayed Black sunday still burns you in my thoughts I can
I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday Creases indicating fold that kept four walls from caving in I took a little more of what i take for granted And
Now you told me on a Sunday That it wasn't gonna work I tried to cry myself to sleep 'Cause it was supposed to hurt We sat next to the fire As the flame
By the flames that burned your words? I never read your letter, Cause I knew what you’d say- Give me that Sunday school answer, Try and make it all okay. Does it hurt
all about my oui like Paris Hilton, presidential suite already I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a Lion like her Daddy I am hotter than the Sunday after
[Young Jeezy:] It's M.C. and Y.J. Another hit, okay We lookin' fine, takin' off Saw us on a runway On any given Sunday, Monday, Tuesday They try
't wait to tell If I don't believe what you believe I'm goin to hell [Verse One: Will Smith] Yo, I've been down with Jesus since Sunday school and Easter
Now you told me on a Sunday that it wasn't gonna work I tried to cry myself to sleep 'cause it was supposed to hurt We sat next to the fire as the flame
