| It was back in my home town
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| Drinking whiskey from the bottle
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| It was an indian summer
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| Wild fires were burning
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| I didn’t know it was the last time
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| You never know when it’s the last time
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| I didn’t know it was the last time
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| I walked miles after midnight
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| To a filthy attic room
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| I can still evoke the stale smoke
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| Of his cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes
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| I didn’t know it was the last time
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| You never know when it’s the last time
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| I didn’t know it was the last time
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| Tim was on the sidewalk
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| With his empty, ocean eyes
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| He was smiling like a shadow
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| And would never age, never age, never age
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| I didn’t know it was the last time
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| You never know when it’s the last time
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| I didn’t know it was the last time
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| A vision blurred through colored glass
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| The white washed walls of summer’s passed
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| The smoldering I do recall
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| The hopeless fade, the way we fall
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| The way we fall
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| The way we fall
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| The way we fall |