Ron Sexsmith - Every passing day

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And up above me its the same old sky
Be it blue or be it grey
And more do I wonder
What goes on behind
Every passing day

The voice of reason is seldom heard
But fear and ignorance have their say
I need more than ever
To hear a kind word
With every passing day
Every passing day

But the more I see
The more I feel
The more I need
To know for sure what is real

Every passing day

And the more I see
The more I feel
The more I need
To know for sure what is real

What is real?

And from the pavement flowers grow
From the shadows children play
I m feeling stronger
In my heart I know
With every passing day,

Every passing day

Inne utwory

  • Tell me again
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  • Never been done
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  • Right about now
  • Miracle in itself
  • Former glory
  • It never fails
  • Several miles
  • Nothing good
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    April after all

    It s really coming down
    Raining cats and hounds
    It s falling on parades
    And on the plans we made

    But there ll be other days
    And things will turn our way
    The rain has got to fall
    It s April after...

    I call shots

    [Snoop Dogg]
    Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?
    It s the big homeboy Snoop Dogg
    And y know, the streets is a motherfucker
    D.P.G.C., y know
    Representin to the fullest, like dat dere
    Y KNOW!
    Kurupt]
    Organized madness
    The young Godstra

    Long away

    You might believe in heaven
    I would not care to say
    For every star in heaven
    There s a sad soul here today
    Wake up in the morning with a good face
    Stare at the moon all day
    Lonely as a whisper on a star chase
    Does anyone care anyway?...

    Princess of Egypt

    I m coming home
    and I don t want to hear another word about this
    It s hard to fight well
    and come alone back from the abyss
    No more of them lunatic thoughts time s up
    for the Don Quixote
    All I ever...

    Grave dans la roche

    Dans ce rap biz
    On est arrivé les mains dans les poches
    A l époke c était envoi l bide
    On fait l truc a l arrache
    Et laisse parlé la rage
    Moi et mes potes
    On veut gravé sa dans la roche