Lyrics:
Alright...
Alright...
First of all
When you wake up in the evening and the day is shot
Find yourself complaining about the things you ain't
the snow?
Or on a wintry evening
When you catch the fire's glow?
If ever I would leave you,
How could it be in springtime?
Knowing how in spring I'm
door
In the evening when the sun goes down
When there is nobody else around
He kisses me and he holds me tight
And tells me, "Baby,
I knew I loved you, before I knew you
The hands of time would lead me to you
An evening star, watched from afar
It guided me here, It knew you'd
Many years ago in days of childhood
I used to play till evening shadows come
And then winding down that old familiar pathway
I heard my mother call
Listen to my tale of woe,
It's terribly sad but true,
All dressed up, no place to go
Each evening I'm awfully blue.
I must win some
Listen to my tale of woe,
It's terribly sad but true,
All dressed up, no place to go
Each evening I'm awfully blue.
I must win some
home when I'm awake, but he shows up when I sleep
I can't believe that there's a nightmare, on my street
It was a Saturday evening if I remember it
to repeat
(Girl) What about the evenings you were with your mother
(Boy) I was romping with another honey lamb
(Girl) To think you swore our love was real
Listen to my tale of woe,
It's terribly sad but true,
All dressed up, no place to go
Each evening I'm awfully blue.
I must win some
so late one evening last July
Played a little the poker the time had passed me by
Shoes in my hand and my darlin' wife in bed
Up the stairs sayin'
love and fascination,
That's hard to see on an evening such as this,
For they give the very same sensation.
When you are lost in the passion
When I think about your lovin', the Sunday evenings
The fun we use to share
Looking through the memories in my mind
Since I've laughed and cried
canary
By a wicker chair and a rosewood loom
As a soul ascends aboard the evening
Canary sings to an empty room
And Emily they come and go
Listen to my tale of woe,
It's terribly sad but true,
All dressed up, no place to go
Each evening I'm awfully blue.
I must win some
the chrome 'til I came home
Thug Luv players tell these bitch niggas "bring it on"
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas
wise men dead
But on that blessed evening
My great great great great great great granddad
He saved those kings
Now granddad made his living
the evening for a spoon
Call around tomorrow night
We can then put out that fire in the furnace
My mama will sure be out of town
She'll be entertained by
a supermodel
Make the waiter drop the dranks
Make crippeled old man take walks to the banks
Shake it in the morning shake it in the evening
Ill play georges
of phlegm
and static singing operatic
evening comes, and the butterflies are
bats eat the spider that had saddled up
beside her
and the dish, his
to the soft evening air
I am quite hopeless it seems, two things I know how to do
One is to dream
Two is loving you
my wonderful one
You're All I Need my starlight and sun
A friend to walk beside me
A loving hand to guide me
A tender evening song when day is done
sparrows,
But try to be a sparrowhawk.
Hunting in the evening and floating
In the heat in the day.
You might, might acquire
Some predatory instinct.
and fascination
That's hard to see, on an evening such as this
All we both share the very same sensation
When we're lost in the magic of a kiss
Her lips are
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