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End of the Night Video (MV)




Performed By: November Sol
Language: English
Length: 4:29
Written by: Carlos Martinez




November Sol - End of the Night Lyrics




End of the night
And I'm leaving
You still on my mind
Even on the weekend
"Forgot about her"
That's what she said
This night's been blur
I'm at the deep end

But she still taking me home
Yeah, she still taking me home
We both don't wanna be alone
Yeah, we ain't trying be alone

Stumbling on the way to her palace
Stuck in my head this is just practice
I can't be the one you brag your friends too
I can't be the one that you vent too

We racing to the bed
And we f*cking
She kissing on my neck
As I push her buttons
She don't give a f*ck
If I'm gone tomorrow
She still thinking bout' some punk named Carlo

End of the night
Is not in sight
Our eyes are white
And open wide
I walk the line
You drink some wine
Perfect dose
Doing the most
Pulling you close
Open the door
Throwing your clothes
On the floor

No one knows what the future holds
It's bad enough, you know just getting old
Its sad enough, that I'm always f*cking stoned
I've had enough, lead me to your throne

Stumbling on the way to her palace
Stuck in my head this is just practice
I can't be the one you brag your friends too
I can't be the one that you vent too

We racing to the bed
And we f*cking
She kissing on my neck
As I push her buttons
She don't give a f*ck
If I'm gone tomorrow
She still thinking bout some punk named Carlo
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English

End of the night
And I'm leaving
You still on my mind
Even on the weekend
"Forgot about her"
That's what she said
This night's been blur
I'm at the deep end

But she still taking me home
Yeah, she still taking me home
We both don't wanna be alone
Yeah, we ain't trying be alone

Stumbling on the way to her palace
Stuck in my head this is just practice
I can't be the one you brag your friends too
I can't be the one that you vent too

We racing to the bed
And we f*cking
She kissing on my neck
As I push her buttons
She don't give a f*ck
If I'm gone tomorrow
She still thinking bout' some punk named Carlo

End of the night
Is not in sight
Our eyes are white
And open wide
I walk the line
You drink some wine
Perfect dose
Doing the most
Pulling you close
Open the door
Throwing your clothes
On the floor

No one knows what the future holds
It's bad enough, you know just getting old
Its sad enough, that I'm always f*cking stoned
I've had enough, lead me to your throne

Stumbling on the way to her palace
Stuck in my head this is just practice
I can't be the one you brag your friends too
I can't be the one that you vent too

We racing to the bed
And we f*cking
She kissing on my neck
As I push her buttons
She don't give a f*ck
If I'm gone tomorrow
She still thinking bout some punk named Carlo
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Writer: Carlos Martinez
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