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knows how hard we tried
Save us from this night

Solomon Brown
Solomon Brown
Facing the storm alone
Losing your way home

Sunday morning
There's
to
The old reverend Brown, who preaches Sunday mass,
And the sea turned calm and blue
By the oceans door.
And the haunted river flowed with blood no more.
Sunday friends.
And so you watched them like grains of sand
Running one by one out of your hands
Softly falling.
A Lighter Shade of Brown(on a Sunday afternoon)

I said chill(chill)
All the vatos in the park stay ill(ill)
Playing horseshoes to win the bill(bill)
Yeah we might be a candle in the wind
But let's pretend we're
Brown eyed girl sweet Caroline
Free fall small town Saturday night
Before you lose that
he rose
The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose

He's here
He's here at last
I saw him
I swear
He's on the second floor
Up the brown baize
This is just like listening
to a conversation being held 
by the many people who congregate 
on one of the most popular blocks
in the largest
At my sister's house last Sunday 
This is Monday and I'm making pies
I'm making pies
Making pies
Pies 

Thursday nights 
I go and type
Down
A Lighter Shade of Brown(on a Sunday afternoon)

I said chill(chill)
All the vatos in the park stay ill(ill)
Playing horseshoes to win the bill(bill)
Sunday mornings, shine up the ride
Puff the good feel cause we chill all night
Hit the streets from (?) to Manobello
Bumpin' them oldies and everybody's
Sunday mornings, shine up the ride
Puff the good feel cause we chill all night
Hit the streets from (?) to Manobello
Bumpin' them oldies and everybody's
Black car shinin' on a Sunday morn 
Mama go to church now, Mama go to church now 
Friday night daddy's shirt is torn 
Daddy's goin' downtown, daddy's
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar

If it's
good to last
'Cause the only thing that meant anything was you

Starry skies under the moonlight
You and I two fireflies enchanted by the night
When
Little brown-skinned lady bout five feet tall, Big Mama

[Chorus]
Early one Sunday morning
Breakfast was on the table (you gave me unconditional love)
Girls listen up 

Torn between Saturday night and early Sunday morn 
I don't know i'm somewhere stuck in between, tween 
I'm out here knowing Hip Hop
of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of niggas
With no game but brown-nose
So I impose only like pros can
"Yo, is this your man?" "No"
Grab
watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of niggas
With no game but brown-nose
So I impose only like pros can
"Yo, is this
a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school sayin "ooh" and I'm busted for real
nickel bags
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin' nickel bags

Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe
It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai
Then I crashed
matching like Santa
If I could just reach my hammer
He bust two shots, I played mice
Ran to the spot were the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the ice
matching like Santa
If I could just reach my hammer
He bust two shots, I played mice
Ran to the spot were the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the ice
he was blinded by the ice
That's when Rae ran out of the back
Towel on, soap on his arms, spit duke around, fell on my lap

Yo, what the fuck
a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school sayin "ooh" and I'm busted for real
Ordained by law to train the poor 

I'll make sure that there ain't gonna be no more 

It's a treachery hidden up the sleeves of men 

Magic will only