Sunday Bloody Sunday - Lyrics - John Lennon

Title: Sunday Bloody Sunday
Artist: John Lennon
Composer(s): Yoko Ono, John Lennon

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Lyric:
Well, it was Sunday Bloody Sunday
Oh, when they shot the people there
The cries of thirteen martyrs filled the free derry air
Is there any one amongst you, dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding when they nailed the coffin lids

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday is the day

When you claim to be majority, well, you know that it's a lie
You're really a minority on this sweet emerald isle
When Stormont bans our marches, they've got a lot to learn
Internment is no answer, it's those mothers turn to burn

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday is the day

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday is the day

Oh, you Anglo pigs and Scotties, sent to colonize the north
You wave your bloody Union Jack and you know what it's worth
How dare you hold to ransom, a people proud and free
Keep Ireland for the Irish put the English back to sea

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday is the day, alright

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday is the day

Well, it's always Bloody Sunday in the concentration camps
Keep falls road free forever from the bloody English hands
Repatriate to Britain, all of you who call it home
Leave Ireland to the Irish, not for London or for Rome

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday is the day

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday is the day

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday is the day

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday is the day

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday is the day

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday is the day

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Sunday Bloody Sunday - Lyrics - Pillar

Title: Sunday Bloody Sunday
Artist: Pillar
Composer(s): Paul Hewson, Dave Evans, Adam Clayton, Larry Jr Mullen

Lyric:
Wipe the tears away, wipe the tears away

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday

I can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes and make it go away
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long? How long?

'Cause tonight we can be as one
Tonight

Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call, it puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
(Sunday, bloody Sunday)
(Let's go!)

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart

How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long? How long?

'Cause tonight we can be as one
Tonight, tonight

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
(Sunday, bloody Sunday)

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
I wipe your tears away

And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
On the real battle has just begun
To claim the victory that Jesus won

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday

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Sunday Bloody Sunday - Lyrics - Ignite

Title: Sunday Bloody Sunday
Artist: Ignite
Composer(s): Paul Hewson, Dave Evans, Adam Clayton, Larry Jr Mullen

Lyric:
I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes and make it go away
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long? How long?
'Cause tonight we can be as one tonight

Oh, broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long? How long
'Cause tonight we can be as one tonight

(Tonight)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(Tonight)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Oh, let's go
Wipe the tears from your eyes
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Oh, Wipe your tears away
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long? How long
'Cause tonight we can be as one tonight

(Tonight)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(Tonight)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Oh, let's go

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Sunday Bloody Sunday - Lyrics - Paramore

Title: Sunday Bloody Sunday
Artist: Paramore
Composer(s): Paul Hewson, Dave Evans, Adam Clayton, Larry Jr Mullen

Lyric:
Yes

I can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes and make it go away
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long? How long?
'Cause tonight we can be as one, tonight

Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end streets
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long? How long?
'Cause tonight we can be as one
Tonight, tonight

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

And it's true we are immune when fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
The real battle just begun to claim the victory Jesus won on

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday

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Sunday Bloody Sunday - Lyrics - Evergreen Terrace

Title: Sunday Bloody Sunday
Artist: Evergreen Terrace
Composer(s): Paul Hewson, Dave Evans, Adam Clayton, Larry Jr Mullen

Lyric:
I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes and make it go away

How long? How long must we sing this song?
How long? How long?
Tonight we can be as one, tonight

Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across a dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
The trenches dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday

How long? How long must we sing this song?
How long? How long?
Tonight we can be as one tonight
(Tonight)

Sunday, bloody Sunday
(Tonight)
Sunday, bloody Sunday

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
(Wipe your tears away)

Sunday, bloody Sunday
(Wipe your tears away)
Sunday, bloody Sunday

And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
The real battle yet begun
To claim the victory Jesus won

On Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday

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Sunday Morning In America - Lyrics - C'mon - Keith Anderson

Title: Sunday Morning In America
Album: C'mon
Artist: Keith Anderson
Composer(s): Keith Anderson, Melvern Ri Rutherford Ii, Jeffrey Steele

Lyric:
She dresses up her children and she herds ?em to the car
Drives down to the mega church but can?t find a place to park
Then she feels a little guilty when she takes His name in vain
So she folds her last two dollars and she drops ?em in the plate

It's Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America

His back is out of kilter from sleeping on concrete
And he?d like to have some breakfast but he?d trade it for a drink
Those early morning joggers, they?re quick to pass him by
And the ones who drop a dollar, don?t dare look him in the eye

Another Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America
Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America

Smell the eggs and bacon, I hear the church bells ring
Cheerleaders shaking on a big screen TV
There?s Winnebago?s and boats on the lake
And a red-head freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday cake

It's Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America

He?s hunkered in a bunker with a rifle in his hand
Layin? his life on the line, every inch of sand
But he?s dreaming about that freedom that he?s been fighting for
And the arms that will wrap around him
When he comes walking through that door

Some Sunday morning, it's Sunday morning in America
Yeah, Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America

Smell the eggs and bacon, I hear the church bells ring
Cheerleaders shaking on a big screen TV
There?s Winnebago?s and boats on the lake
And a red-head freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday cake

Yeah, Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America
Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America

Well, I know it ain?t perfect
Ya, there?s a lot of things wrong in America
But I thank God for those who lay down their lives
To make this place my home

Smell the eggs and bacon, I hear the church bells ring
Cheerleaders shaking on a 57 inch big screen TV
There?s trucks on a highway and sailboats on the lake
And a red-head freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday cake

It's Sunday morning, yeah, Sunday morning in America
It's Sunday morning, beautiful Sunday morning in America
Oh, Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America, in America

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Sunday Papers - Lyrics - Joe Jackson

Title: Sunday Papers
Artist: Joe Jackson
Composer(s): Joe Jackson

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Lyric:
Mother doesn't go out any more
Just sits at home and rolls her spastic eyes
But every weekend through the door
Come words of wisdom from the world outside

If you want to know about the bishop and the actress
If you want to know how to be a star
If you want to know about the stains on the mattress
You read it in the Sunday papers, Sunday papers

Mother's wheelchair stays out in the hall
Why should she go out when the TV's on?
Whatever moves beyond these walls
She'll know the facts when Sunday comes along

If you want to know about the gay politician
If you want to know how to drive your car
If you want to know about the new sex position
You can read it in the Sunday papers, Sunday papers

(Sunday papers)
Don't ask no questions
(Sunday papers)
Don't get no lies
(Sunday papers)
Don't raise objection
(Sunday papers)
Ain't got no eyes

Brother's heading that way, now I guess
He just read something, made his face turn blue
Well, I got nothing against the press
They wouldn't print it if it wasn't true

If you want to know about the man gone bonkers
If you want to know how to play guitar
If you want to know about the other suckers
You can read it in the Sunday papers, Sunday papers

(Sunday papers)
Don't ask no questions
(Sunday papers)
Don't get no lies
(Sunday papers)
Don't raise objection
(Sunday papers)
Ain't got no eyes

(Sunday papers)
Don't ask no questions
(Sunday papers)
Don't get no lies
(Sunday papers)
Don't raise objection
(Sunday papers)
Ain't got no eyes

Read all about it, Sunday papers, Sunday papers

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A Sunday - Lyrics - Clarity - Jimmy Eat World

Title: A Sunday
Album: Clarity
Artist: Jimmy Eat World
Composer(s): James Adkins, Richard Burch, Zachary Lind, Thomas Linton

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Lyric:
On a Sunday I'll think it through
On the drive back I'll think it through
What you wish for won't come true
Live with that, with that

And on a Sunday she thought that through
Now as I drive back, there's thirty six less hours
I have to change the course I send myself
I've gotta live with that, live with that

The haze clears from your eyes
On a Sunday
The haze clears from your eyes
On a Sunday, on a Sunday

On a Sunday go once around
'Cause when the ride's done, the hopes that you have carried
They fall out from your hands back to the ground
Live with that, with that
They fall out from your hands back to the ground
Live with that, with that

The haze clears from your eyes
On a Sunday
The haze clears from your eyes
On a Sunday, on a Sunday

Learn as the drugs leave
Learn as you lose it you will
Learn as the drugs leave
Learn as you lose it you will

And the haze clears from your eyes
On a Sunday
The haze clears from your eyes
On a Sunday, on a Sunday yeah

The haze clears from your eyes
On a Sunday, on a Sunday yeah
The haze clears from your eyes
On a Sunday, on a Sunday, on a Sunday, on a Sunday

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Come Sunday Morning - Lyrics - Veiled - Leah Andreone

Title: Come Sunday Morning
Album: Veiled
Artist: Leah Andreone
Composer(s): Leah Andreone, Rick Neigher

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Lyric:
Charming you's a challenge
You've got these strings attached like bondage
For you I'll bring the holy house down
We'll get some peace and help our sorrows drown

Lay at the altar with me
Let's live deviantly
Maybe, through you I can find God

Don't tell me that you love me
It seems so final that you love me
Even the blind see
It looks better when there's mystery

Can't lay my hands on you
It'd be selfish, it's true
'Cuz healing you could heal me too

Wrong is right, come Sunday morning
We'll see the light, come Sunday morning
Forgive ourselves, come Sunday morning
Sunday, Sunday

Invade my space, invade my mind
Your intervention is so divine
Daddy, I'm diggin' on your dark side
No more fingerprints on you that aren't mine

Can you de-program me?
Help, I need somebody
Everything I see, I do
I taste, is part of you

Wrong is right, come Sunday morning
We'll see the light, come Sunday morning
Forgive ourselves, come Sunday morning
Sunday, Sunday

The sky is falling mayday, mayday
My idle hands are getting weak
My mind's ignoring what they're saying
No one's perfect seven days a week

Wrong is right, come Sunday morning
We'll see the light, come Sunday morning
Forgive ourselves, come Sunday morning
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday, Sunday

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Os - Sunday Morning - Lyrics - Atlantis: Hymns for Disco - K

Title: Os - Sunday Morning
Album: Atlantis: Hymns for Disco
Artist: K
Composer(s): Kevin Deron Brereton, Sebastian Grainger

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Lyric:
Everyday is Saturday night
But I can't wait for Sunday morning, Sunday morning

It's the same thing, back in the cold
People know, people come and go, it bores me, same thing
Seems like I'm trapped in the world where the servants, they serve time
Time waits on no man, so when people fall like me

Everyday is Saturday night
But I can't wait for Sunday morning, Sunday morning
Everyday is Saturday night
But I can't wait for Sunday morning, Sunday morning

Walking down blocks, pictures don't stop, pictures inside my dome
This is not me, I'm just afraid to be here all alone
Hurry up, wait, quit it, don't stop, I'm drowning in the self
This is not me, where is my revolution?

But if you want to own me, I am not concerned
If you follow me, I know that I can learn
You might be the greatest thing I've ever seen
All I know is music, all, all I've ever known

Everyday is Saturday night
But I can't wait for Sunday morning, Sunday morning
Everyday is Saturday night
But I can't wait for Sunday morning, Sunday morning

Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go

Everyday is Saturday night
But I can't wait for Sunday morning, Sunday morning
Everyday is Saturday night
But I can't wait for Sunday morning, Sunday morning
Everyday is Saturday night
But I can't wait for Sunday morning, Sunday morning

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What Would You Have Me Do? - Lyrics - Here Comes The Zoo - Local H

Title: What Would You Have Me Do?
Album: Here Comes The Zoo
Artist: Local H
Composer(s): David Scott Lucas, Brian St. Clair

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Lyric:
Can you just go home defeated, take your pride and eat it?
Crawl back beaten, sources are depleted
Can you take the final hit
And admit that you were wrong?

Don't even call it even, bleedin' is believin'
Former well being, we're closing for the season
Can you take the final hit
And admit that you don't belong?

Beatin' six ways till Sunday
Beatin' six ways till Sunday now
You're gonna have to leave it
You know you'll never need it
Wait till you see what we've planned for you

And it's heinous, so come on, come on, comeupance
You really are the star of the show right now
It's sad and strange but kinda strange
When cliches are true

Beatin' six ways till Sunday
Beatin' six ways till Sunday now
And I am sorry to enjoy this
But what would you have me do?
What would you have me do?

Can you just go home, hated, half intoxicated
Hopelessly outdated and not appreciated?
Can you take the final blow
And know that you fucked up?

Go state the overstated, keep it complicated
The over educated that hope you'll never make it
Can you take the final blow
And know, they won't be shutting up?

Beatin' six ways till Sunday
Beatin' six ways till Sunday now
You're gonna have to leave it
You know you'll never need it
Wait till you see what we've planned for you

And it's heinous, so come on, come on, comeupance
You really are the star of the show right now
It's sad and strange but kinda strange
When cliches are true

Beatin' six ways till Sunday
Beatin' six ways till Sunday now
And I am sorry to enjoy this
But what would you have me do?

Baby's outta town but I see the light on
What are you up to now?
Headin' for the gun, I can see rock bottom
No one will help you now

Beatin' six ways till Sunday
Beatin' six ways till Sunday now
Gonna have to leave it
You know you'll never need it
Everything has been cut and dried for you

And it's heinous, so come on, come on, comeupance
You really are the star of the show right now
It's sad and strange but kinda strange
When cliches are true, yeah

Beatin' six ways till Sunday
Beatin' six ways till Sunday now
And I am sorry to enjoy this
But what would you have me do?

What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?

Beatin' six ways till Sunday
Beatin' six ways till Sunday
Beatin' six ways till Sunday

Beatin' six ways till Sunday
Beatin' six ways till Sunday
Beatin' six ways till Sunday

Hold tight, it's New Year's Eve
It will be cold tonight, kill the heat
And shut out all the lights
Cut the phone line too

Alright, we don't need nothing but cyanide
Pulled out teeth won't be identified
What would you have me do?
You got it

Hold tight, it's New Year's Eve
It will be cold tonight, kill the heat
And shut out all the lights
Cut the phone line too
You got it

Alright, we don't need nothing but cyanide
Pulled out teeth won't be identified
What would you have me do?

Hold tight, it's New Year's Eve
It will be cold tonight, kill the heat
And shut out all the lights
Cut the phone line too

Alright, we don't need nothing but cyanide
Pulled out teeth won't be identified
What would you have me do?

Hold tight, it's New Year's Eve
It will be cold tonight, kill the heat
And shut out all the lights
Cut the phone line too

Alright, we don't need nothing but cyanide
Pulled out teeth won't be identified
What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?

Hold tight, it's New Year's Eve
It will be cold tonight, kill the heat
And shut out all the lights
Cut the phone line too

Alright, we don't need nothing but cyanide
Pulled out teeth won't be identified
What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?

Hold tight, it's New Year's Eve
It will be cold tonight, kill the heat
And shut out all the lights
Cut the phone line too
What would you have me do?

Alright, we don't need nothing but cyanide
Pulled out teeth won't be identified
What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?

Hold tight, it's New Year's Eve
It will be cold tonight, kill the heat
And shut out all the lights
Cut the phone line too
What would you have me do?

Alright, we don't need nothing but cyanide
Pulled out teeth won't be identified
What would you have me do?

Alright, we don't need nothing but cyanide
Pulled out teeth won't be identified
What would you have me do?

Hold tight, it's New Year's Eve
It will be cold tonight, kill the heat
And shut out all the lights
What would you have me do?

What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?

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Everyday Thugs - Lyrics - T.H.U.G.S. - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Everyday Thugs
Album: T.H.U.G.S.
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Terry Lewis, Tim Middleton, James Samuel Iii Harris

Lyric:
T H U G
T H U G

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah

Nigga thug all day any day
Even when I'm in L.A. I run with the Thugs
Better creep to the city and look for the weed spot
Stop 'cause I gotta get bud

Wanna get a pound of that fool stuff
Some of that smoke and puff
And if you smoke enough
You sure enough get P.O.D.'ed

Cleveland, it's the same thang
They out there puff M. Jane
Inhale, exhale back on the plane
Headed to the city that's sunny all year 'round
That's right Miami, it's like a little planet
Full of sin but we got to have it

And I'm simply tryin' to tell these motherfuckers
That we thug all day, babe we thug always
So come to the party and bring somebody
And bring some weed and a tank of Bacardi
It's gon' get rowdy

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah

Come and roll with the everyday thugs
Stand out for my thang
Stayin' true to the game 'cause that's all I know
I'm a street nigga, keep the heat nigga
Gettin' street figures, all night long

I gots to go get me some money
'Cause just like that nigga gots to have it
It be greens as spinach or cabbage, whatever you call it
You do your math and work this magic

Get on the grind, in position to be the boss
Niggaz can floss and talk but I know they soft
But a nigga like me stay raw on the D.L.

'Cause what we sell ain't none of nobody's business
Never was and nigga never will be
Thinkin' I'm broke but I'm out here filthy, feelin' me?

Y'all niggaz be killin' me
Braggin' 'bout the money that you claim you makin'
Fuck around, catch you down there sleepin'
Then that money be up for the takin', yeah

I bring home the bacon
And nigga that's all I'ma let you know
You already know when I stole the show
Little man with the big dough run these hoes

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah

Now I'm a thug, seems like every time
I come out I gotta prove I'm thug
Like a nigga put in work, with his blood

It's gonna be the same
'Cause nigga don't understand this game
This is how we gets down
With money Mayne, money Mayne

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesdays
I mighta been chillin'
Thursdays, Fridays, Saturday
I'm out there kickin' it with all my villains
Go against us, you ain't goin' nowhere
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony keepin' it real for St. Clair

Anybody that want it, even if it's on my mornings
I will wake up, just in case you want it
And I ain't got shit to prove it, thirty minutes only you do it
Put it down nigga, ready now move it

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah

You know, we like the echo and oh
You know we like to roll the Indo
You know we like the Benz-O with O
He don't even know, he the enemy for sho'
With a .44 out of the holster bust on him
Like real niggaz supposed ta

Sticky-icky blowin' brew in my leather sofa
Little nigga, rollin' spiritual soldier
Like Nat Turner, clap burner, murda mo murda
Murder motherfucker, shit is hot as the kitchen furnace

From smokers to workers, Cleveland to Cali
Ghetto in those suburbias, little Bizzy stay pimpin' alley
And finally the vinyl be vital in washed up and, I already got the title
Besides my vibe is the shit, it's too many styles

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah

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Easy - Lyrics - The Definitive Collection - Lionel Richie

Title: Easy
Album: The Definitive Collection
Artist: Lionel Richie
Composer(s): Lionel Richie

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Lyric:
I know it sounds funny but I just can't stand the pain, aoh
Girl, I'm leaving you tomorrow
Seems to me girl, you know I've done all I can, aoh
See I begged, stole and I borrowed, yeah

Ooh, that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday mornin', yeah, oh
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday mornin'

Why in the world would anybody put chains on me?
I've paid my dues to make it
Everybody wants me to be what they want me to be
I'm not happy when I try to fake it, oh, no

Ooh, that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday mornin', yeah, oh
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday mornin'

I wanna be high, so high
I wanna be free to know the things I do are right
Yeah, I wanna be free, just me, oh, babe

Yeah, oh, yeah

That's why I'm easy, baby
Easy like Sunday mornin', yeah, oh
That's why I'm easy, yeah
I'm easy like Sunday mornin', oh

Why I'm easy, yeah
Easy like Sunday mornin'
That's why I'm easy, yeah
I'm easy like Sunday mornin'

Said, I'm easy like Sunday
I'm easy like Sunday, I'm easy like Sunday mornin'
I'm easy like Sunday mornin', mornin, yeah
I'm so easy
I'm easy like Sunday mornin', yeah, yeah

I feel so easy, yeah, yeah
I'm easy like Sunday mornin'
Easy like Sunday mornin'
I'm easy like Sunday morn, mornin'

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#1 Summer Jam - Lyrics - Letters - Butch Walker

Title: #1 Summer Jam
Album: Letters
Artist: Butch Walker
Composer(s): Butch Walker

Lyric:
Don't put another thing on my plate
My brain is so full of your face I ate
I counted the hours
Since the minute that I drove by you

And I got a scar where you saw it
Don't think I'll see you around

So don't you come back Sunday
(Come back Sunday)
Everyday's a Monday
Now that you're gone

Come back Sunday
(Come back Sunday)
Before I got a minute
The minute was gone

Think you kinda dug me
But other guys are up above me
Trying to get to you 'coz I let you go

I like to think I'm a pretty slick guy
But something in the sunlight between your thighs
Turned me into mush with a certified crush on you

Oh, what a fool I must be
You're so far away from my world

So don't you come back Sunday
(Come back Sunday)
Everyday's a Monday
Now that you're gone

Come back Sunday
(Come back Sunday)
Before I got a minute
The minute was gone

Think you kinda dug me
But other guys are up above me
Trying to get to you 'coz I let you go

And it's never been so weird
To be at the bottom looking up
And I went into this movie of blood and guts
Thinking I was the shit, I was all grown up
And I wonder
(And I wonder)
If you wonder, what we could be
(If you wonder)

And I got a scar where you saw it
Don't think I'll see you around

So don't you come back Sunday
(Come back Sunday)
Everyday's a Monday
Now that you're gone

Come back Sunday
(Come back Sunday)
Before I got a minute
The minute was gone

Think you kinda dug me
But other guys are up above me
Trying to get to you 'coz I let you go

So don't you come back Sunday
(Come back Sunday)
Everyday's a Monday
Now that you're gone

Come back Sunday
(Come back Sunday)
Before I got a minute
The minute was gone

Think you kinda dug me
But other guys are up above me
Trying to get to you 'coz I let you go

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Sunday, Sunday - Lyrics - Modern Life Is Rubbish - Blur

Title: Sunday, Sunday
Album: Modern Life Is Rubbish
Artist: Blur
Composer(s): Dave Rowntree, Damen Albarn, Alex James, Graham Coxon

Lyric:
Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire
You read the color supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate

Regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family around the table
To eat enough to sleep

Oh, the Sunday sleep

Sunday, Sunday here again a walk in the park
You meet an old soldier and talk of the past
He fought for us in two World Wars

And the England he knew is no more
He sings the songs of praise
Then he reads, but always falls asleep
For that Sunday sleep but he knows what he knows

Sunday, Sunday
Oh, that Sunday sleep

Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire
You read the color supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate

Regret you left it quite so late
You gather the family around the table
To eat enough to sleep

And mother's pride is your epithet
That extra slice you'll soon regret
So going out is your best bet
Then bingo yourself to sleep

Oh that Sunday sleep

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I Wanna Hear Your Heartbeat - Lyrics - Bad Boys Blue

Title: I Wanna Hear Your Heartbeat
Artist: Bad Boys Blue
Composer(s): K Van Haaren, Tony Hendrik

Lyric:
Half away from having dreams
On a Sunday, Sunday night
Walking all alone in the streets
On a Sunday, Sunday night

But then an angel passed me by
A little angel made me sigh
Just when I wanted you
(Look)
A dream came true, called love

I wanna hear your heartbeat
Wanna feel what you need
Let me stay tonight
By your side, by your side

I wanna hear your heartbeat
Share your dreams in you're asleep
Let me hold you tight
In the night, in the night

I don't wanna waste one second without your lovin'
Without you Sunday girl
You only got to reach out, reach out to taste my lovin'
Won't you so Sunday girl?
Oh, I really want you, Sunday girl

Heaven sent you down to me
On a Sunday, Sunday night
To rescue me from misery
On a Sunday, Sunday night

You made me leave the past behind
I've got you always on my mind
Just when I wanted you
(Look)
A dream came true called love

I wanna hear your heartbeat
Wanna feel what you need
Let me stay tonight
By your side, by your side

I wanna hear your heartbeat
Share your dreams in you're asleep
Let me hold you tight
In the night, in the night

I don't wanna waste one second without your lovin'
Without you Sunday girl
You only got to reach out, reach out to taste my lovin'
Won't you so Sunday girl?
Oh, I really want you, want you

I wanna hear your heartbeat
Wanna feel what you need
Let me stay tonight
By your side, by your side

I wanna hear your heartbeat
Share your dreams in you're asleep
Let me hold you tight
In the night, in the night

I don't wanna waste one second without your lovin'
Without you Sunday girl
You only got to reach out, reach out to taste my lovin'
Won't you so Sunday girl?

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Sunday Morning - Lyrics - Earth Wind &Amp; Fire

Title: Sunday Morning
Artist: Earth Wind &Amp; Fire
Composer(s): Sheldon Maurice Reynolds, Maurice White, Allee Willis

Lyric:
Sunday morning
You're gonna find my love shining on you

You're gonna find my love
Ooh, I'm waiting
And I'm forever anticipating
Your face on my pillow
You're the sunshine pouring through the window

And like the grapes on the vine
Love is sweeter with time
And you were made to love

Sunday morning
You're gonna find my love shining on you
Sunday morning
It's like the best of everything falling on you

Your eyes shining on me
You're the brightest star in the sky I can see
Your kiss, I, I'm so thankful
And the love that you give is so delightful, yeah yeah

And the birds in the tree
Singing love songs to me
Saying you was made to love

Sunday morning
You're gonna find my love shining on you
Sunday morning
It's like the best of everything falling on you

Love you baby, l, I love you baby

Sunday morning
You're gonna find my love shining on you
Sunday morning
It's like the best of everything falling on you

Sunday morning
When we shared sweet love like no other
Sunday morning
Like a summer day with your lover

Sunday morning
When we shared sweet love like no other
Sunday morning
Like a summer day with your lover
Sunday morning
When we shared sweet love like no other

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Second Sunday - Lyrics - Now - Jessica Andrews

Title: Second Sunday
Album: Now
Artist: Jessica Andrews
Composer(s): Billy Mann, Julian C Bunetta

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Lyric:
Monday mornings are bittersweet
Just like the coffee in my cup
It's what you need but not enough
Here without warning another week
I'd rather crawl back into bed
And lie with you all day instead

Everyone around the world can understand me
And this feeling inside
Maybe my heart is just a little too demanding
Oh, but when I look in your eyes
When I look in your eyes, baby

I need a second Sunday so I can be with you
I'm gonna go tell Monday this is something I've got to do
Another 24 hours is all that it takes
Sometimes love just needs a second Sunday
A second Sunday, oh

It's 6 am, hey, aren't you sweet?
With your hair all in a mess, I wonder
Why did I get you up?
When from California to NYC
There's a fever going round
Like the love that we have found

Maybe my heart is just a little too demanding
Oh, when I look in your eyes
When I look in your eyes

I need a second Sunday so I can be with you
I'm gonna go tell Monday this is something I've got to do
Another 24 hours is all that it takes
Sometimes love just needs a second Sunday
Another 24 hours is all that it takes
Sometimes love just needs a second Sunday

Don't feel guilty
Just 'cause we wanna stay in bed
If you love me
Don't let the weekend go, yeah

I need a second Sunday so I can be with you
I'm gonna go tell Monday this is something I've got to do
Another 24 hours is all that it takes
Sometimes love just needs
Sometimes love just needs a second Sunday

I need a second Sunday so I can be with you
I'm gonna go tell Monday this is something I've got to do
Another 24 hours is all that it takes
Sometimes love just needs a second Sunday
All I want, baby, second Sunday
All I need, second Sunday, ooh, oh

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Sunday - Lyrics - This Is Who I Am - Heather Headley

Title: Sunday
Album: This Is Who I Am
Artist: Heather Headley
Composer(s): Edward Baden-Powell, Kwame Kwaten, Steve Marston, Heather Headley

Lyric:
How you gonna let that girl get between us baby?
Do you even know her name?
How am I supposed to make it through to you?

Is Sunday gonna be my day to take it easy
Make it all about me
Maybe on Monday think about callin'
Maybe Tuesday we'll see how I feel
Sunday gonna be my day to take it easy
And make it all about me
Maybe on Monday think about callin'
Maybe Tuesday we'll see how I feel

It's 9:30 in the mornin', I didn't sleep well again
Tossed all night long boy
Can't stand it when we fight like this
Here we go again so I have to be gone

Can't deal with the fallout gonna take a time out
I need to take the day off
Gonna gather my thoughts, gather myself
I need some time without you, without you

Is Sunday gonna be my day to take it easy
Make it all about me
Maybe on Monday think about callin'
Maybe Tuesday we'll see how I feel
Sunday gonna be my day to take it easy
And make it all about me
Maybe on Monday think about callin'
Maybe Tuesday we'll see how I feel

Maybe I'll just take a walk
A few blocks get a bite to eat
See a movie not another love story
Try to get in the key, listen to some Stevie

What I need to do is go to church
And pray for that girl that got between us
Pray that I don't see her, pray that I don't meet her
Pray that I don't try to beat her, I need Sunday

Is Sunday gonna be my day to take it easy
Make it all about me
Maybe on Monday think about callin'
Maybe Tuesday we'll see how I feel
Sunday gonna be my day to take it easy
And make it all about me
Maybe on Monday think about callin'
Maybe Tuesday we'll see how I feel

What she says and what she does ain't no concern to me
She don't really need to be all up in my business
Baby, you didn't really take the time to talk to me
You played me and betrayed me
Now I'm ready I need , I need a Sunday

Is Sunday gonna be my day to take it easy
Make it all about me
Maybe on Monday think about callin'
Maybe Tuesday we'll see how I feel
Sunday gonna be my day to take it easy
And make it all about me
Maybe on Monday think about callin'
Maybe Tuesday we'll see how I feel

Is Sunday gonna be my day to take it easy
Make it all about me
Maybe on Monday think about callin'
Maybe Tuesday we'll see how I feel
Sunday gonna be my day to take it easy
And make it all about me
Maybe on Monday think about callin'
Maybe Tuesday we'll see how I feel

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Sunday Morning Coming Down - Lyrics - Naked Willie - Willie Nelson

Title: Sunday Morning Coming Down
Album: Naked Willie
Artist: Willie Nelson
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson

Lyric:
Well, I woke up Sunday mornin'
With no way to hold my head, that it didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for dessert

Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I smoked my brains the night before
With cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cursin' at a can that he was kickin'

Then I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way

On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk
Wishin' Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone

And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs that they were singin'

Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday

On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk
Wishin' Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone

And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down

On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk
Wishin' Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone

And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down

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