Hard Times Lyrics
| Song | Hard Times |
| Artist | Human League |
| Album | Electric Chair Saved My Life: Mixed by The Unabombers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Close, your eyes | |
| And rest youir tired body, next to mine. | |
| Nobody knows, | |
| more than you. | |
| These hard times that we＇re living through, | |
| but baby we＇ll go on and on. | |
| Hey, Lord knows, | |
| we got each other. | |
| So kiss me, | |
| kiss me hard, and long. | |
| Mmm | |
| Hard times, we can get over, yeah | |
| Now son, yeah. | |
| Hate must rise, | |
| and she comin＇ with a bag of tricks and treats and dirty lies. | |
| Nobody smiles, | |
| nobody cries. | |
| And no one seems to care if they live or die. | |
| But baby we＇ll go on and on. | |
| Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord knows, | |
| we have got each other. | |
| So come on and kiss me, | |
| kiss me hard, and long. | |
| Ooo | |
| Hard timnes, we can get over. | |
| Those ballots and boxes, | |
| bullets and guns. | |
| And we are all, we are always running from. | |
| But baby just you come, come to me. | |
| Come to me, come to me, come to me baby. | |
| When, whenever you need me. | |
| So kiss me, hard. | |
| Lay some kisses onto me baby, | |
| and you know these hard times, | |
| we can get over... |
| Close, your eyes | |
| And rest youir tired body, next to mine. | |
| Nobody knows, | |
| more than you. | |
| These hard times that we re living through, | |
| but baby we ll go on and on. | |
| Hey, Lord knows, | |
| we got each other. | |
| So kiss me, | |
| kiss me hard, and long. | |
| Mmm | |
| Hard times, we can get over, yeah | |
| Now son, yeah. | |
| Hate must rise, | |
| and she comin with a bag of tricks and treats and dirty lies. | |
| Nobody smiles, | |
| nobody cries. | |
| And no one seems to care if they live or die. | |
| But baby we ll go on and on. | |
| Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord knows, | |
| we have got each other. | |
| So come on and kiss me, | |
| kiss me hard, and long. | |
| Ooo | |
| Hard timnes, we can get over. | |
| Those ballots and boxes, | |
| bullets and guns. | |
| And we are all, we are always running from. | |
| But baby just you come, come to me. | |
| Come to me, come to me, come to me baby. | |
| When, whenever you need me. | |
| So kiss me, hard. | |
| Lay some kisses onto me baby, | |
| and you know these hard times, | |
| we can get over... |
| Close, your eyes | |
| And rest youir tired body, next to mine. | |
| Nobody knows, | |
| more than you. | |
| These hard times that we re living through, | |
| but baby we ll go on and on. | |
| Hey, Lord knows, | |
| we got each other. | |
| So kiss me, | |
| kiss me hard, and long. | |
| Mmm | |
| Hard times, we can get over, yeah | |
| Now son, yeah. | |
| Hate must rise, | |
| and she comin with a bag of tricks and treats and dirty lies. | |
| Nobody smiles, | |
| nobody cries. | |
| And no one seems to care if they live or die. | |
| But baby we ll go on and on. | |
| Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord knows, | |
| we have got each other. | |
| So come on and kiss me, | |
| kiss me hard, and long. | |
| Ooo | |
| Hard timnes, we can get over. | |
| Those ballots and boxes, | |
| bullets and guns. | |
| And we are all, we are always running from. | |
| But baby just you come, come to me. | |
| Come to me, come to me, come to me baby. | |
| When, whenever you need me. | |
| So kiss me, hard. | |
| Lay some kisses onto me baby, | |
| and you know these hard times, | |
| we can get over... |
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