| Could you be the one I want to see
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| Could you be the one I’m waiting for — oh Evelyn
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| When I drink alone I think of you
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| When I think alone I drink to you — oh Evelyn
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| Oh Evelyn, Oh Evelyn
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| Inebrity and I have never seen
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| Eye to eye with you on anything — oh Evelyn
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| But could you be the one I’m waiting for
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| (Could you be the one I’m hoping for)
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| Could you be the one I’m hoping for
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| (Could you be the one I want)
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| Oh Evelyn
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| With this glass in my hand then you’re almost forgotten
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| To return tomorrow like these empty bottles
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| Oh Evelyn, Oh Evelyn
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| Empty bottles always bring me down
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| Empty glasses make a lonely sound — oh Evelyn
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| You could have been the one I waited for
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| (Could you be the one I’m waiting for)
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| Could have been the one that I hoped for
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| (Could you be the one I want)
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| Oh Evelyn
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| So raise up your glass at this unhappy hour
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| To razorblade kisses so sweet and so sour
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| Oh Evelyn, Oh Evelyn |