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one more night
i always think about her in the evening time
to tell the truth i miss her everyday
i wonder if she thinks of me at evening time
i wonder if she's happy, i wonder if she=s sorry
'cause i been sorry since she went away
one more night is that too much to ask
one more night to get it right
the thirst of my lips drinkin' in her kiss was devotional
in the dusky, blue hours that day and night time share
it's no wonder then that the evening makes me feel so sad
sad to think about her, sad to be without her,
goddamn this shroud of sadness everywhere
one more night is that too much to ask
one more night to get it right
praline sweet, pecan brown, creole chile
precious were the hours spent with you
even after the tread is gone life rolls on down the road
and evenings always roll around too soon |