Close, your eyes
And rest your 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
Mmh
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
Ooh
Hard times, we can get over

Those ballots and boxes
Bullets and guns
And we are all, we are always running from
But, baby, just to 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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Writer(s): August Darnell, Stony, Jr. Browder