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bottles all day and all evening[00:37.10]Stars so pretty in the sky when I'm drowning, I take pictures all the time not around them,[00:43.35]Those aren't
the reindeer name by name (oh)
Say goodbye now Mrs Claus
You know he can’t be late
Santa’s flying in tonight
And the kids can hardly wait
Cause if he’s only got
Written by Paul Simon
When you're weary, feeling small
When tears are in your eyes,
I will dry them all
I'm on your side
When times get rough
And lo! as if to make amends for all the futile past,
Late in the year he struck it rich, the real pay-streak at last.
The riffles of his sluicing-box
Here we are, out of cigarettes
Holding hands and yawning
Look how late it gets
Two sleepy people, by dawn's early light
Too much in love to say
They sat together in the park as the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him he felt a spark tingle to his bones
It was when he felt alone and wished
about I'm late. wait what? Ah
Fuck it it's nothing Harriet Tubman wasn't bout to slave
boy what bills she pay? Still we lay
In this ill will struggle meal
Actions is Subtle
I'm only yours for the evening
Baby you know we can't be no Couple
Nah nah I ain't come here to Cuddle
Bet she love me in the morning
I
She worked in the lingerie department after hours
He worked in the central office tapping keys hours after hours
He used to come by and ask her what
the plight
Of wicked people deceiving
The ones who live in the right
It's s far to late for you to play as a victim
I'm coming for you this evening
When i'm
set out to achieve all that is a must
But soon it came crashing down to nothing more than dust
The evening's event flashed by like a disco to my eyes
I
They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark
Tingle to his bones
'Twas then he felt alone
They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark
Tingle to his bones
'Twas then he felt alone
everybody dies
In this life ain't no happy endings
Only pure beginnings
Followed by years of sinning and fake repentance
The preacher says we were made in
of a day
Is it there for me to love her and cry at the thought of her
When my only hope is a dream
An old friend dropped by late this evening
Wouldn't
Angeles
In Los Angeles, all I wanna do is ride, ride
Triangle Club for the evening
Up late night till the morning
Bouncing up and down on my lane damn,
Seven O'Clock in the evening
Watchin' somethin' stupid on TV
I'm zoned out on the sofa
When my wife comes in the room and sees me
And she says "is
Fallin' in love
Fallin' in love
Fallin' in love
Fallin' in love
It was a late hot summer evening
First time I felt a breeze
She danced by me, pretty
zip code number off by heart
Watched our civil war from the roof of The Empire State Building
Got home in time to catch the Late Late Show
Or else, I
I know I stand in line until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance I know that there's a chance
fest. I think they've done, a- uh, few anniversaries - oh, how nice!
Too much food and- and we'd be done by the time the late afternoon- evening shows
bitch always got me in a fit
The low-life-Compton-shoppin-swap-me trick
I want to kill the ho
then slam her in the trunc of my six fo'
Coz yo, that ho
on the steak
Wine by the pitcher
Omg what a day
Waiter pass the check
I said naw we staying late
My name on the list every time I hit the gate
Cuz I’m
the voodoo, too much blood to let
Karma hit ya, put a bullet in ya fucking chest
BB Simon dreams, wake up to a check
I know nothing's what it seems, staying in
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