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Á¦¸ñ: The Eveningtime
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(Verse)
I request nothing more
Than your milk white hand
And a word out of east shore
A few friends at the bar.

(Chorus)
I can feel the liquor alcohol
This is my first glass of wine
Speaking so softly now
And it looks like you on the eveningtime,
The eveningtime.

You could be who you chose
With your fakes on fan
Make up in your handbag
In the color in your hair.

(Chorus)
I can feel the liquor alcohol
This is your first glass of wine
We¡¯re moving so slowly now
And it looks like you on the eveningtime,
The eveningtime, the eveningtime,
The eveningtime, the eveningtime,
The eveningtime.

(Bridge)
And now my heart¡¯s caught on your line
And I can feel the talk all the time.
Nothing sweet comes for free
It¡¯s in element, you¡¯re lesser than me.
And now my heart¡¯s caught on your line
And I can feel the talk all the time.
Nothing sweet comes for free
It¡¯s in element, you¡¯re lesser than me.

And now my heart¡¯s caught on your line
And I can feel the talk all the time.
Nothing sweet comes for free
It¡¯s in element, you¡¯re lesser than me.
The eveningtime, the eveningtime.

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The Eveningtime
Night Works



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