слова песни Ours - Sometimes
pressure fried the coldest head
bent to the side wishing he was dead
and i would still defend
i would still defend
i give up on it all
i give up on the greed
i give up on the ones
who give up on me
held up by the poor somewhere
there're unaware but i know we are scared
if i was to give in
the fight would soon begin
so i give up on it all
i give up on the greed
i'll give up on the ones
who'll give up on me
sometimes sunshines
sunshine
sometimes the sun shines