| I don’t give a damn 'bout your second hand
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| And I don’t mind being your third or fourth main man
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| That tattoo on your ring finger where your love used to be
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| Is just a scar with a funny, sad story to me
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| Yeah, I’m a bit used up myself
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| My Blue Book value’s low
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| I hear whispers like a shadow I drag in my undertow
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| I got skeletons in my closet, the time ain’t forgot
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| See I got what I needed, so now I got what I got
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| We’ve been cast east of Eden
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| And north of our youth
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| West of the Hudson, somewhere south of the truth
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| Wandering the desert, but I swear to you
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| This is the last first time
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| I’ll ever have to say
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| The last first line
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| I’ll ever throw away
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| The last first night
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| You’ll ever have to stay
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| The last first time
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| I see your cactus has needles and your roses have thorns
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| And the angels on your shoulders are looking pretty worn
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| I can tell by their wings and the pop songs they sing
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| That they’re tired and frightened about everything
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| So your heart’s been broken too many times
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| Playing second fiddle in some sadistic nursery rhymes
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| Well, the past ain’t punishment
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| No, it’s wisdom you earn
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| So come here baby and show me what you’ve learned
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| We’ve been cast east of Eden
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| And north of our youth
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| West of the Hudson, somewhere south of the truth
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| Wandering in the desert, but I swear to you
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| This is the last first time
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| I’ll ever have to say
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| The last first line
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| I’ll ever throw away
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| The last first night
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| You’ll ever have to stay
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| The last first time
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| This is the last first time
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| I’ll ever have to say
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| The last first line
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| I’ll ever throw away
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| The last first night
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| You’ll ever have to stay
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| The last first time
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| It’s the last first time
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| I’ll ever have to say
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| The last first line
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| I’ll ever throw away
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| The last first night
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| You’ll ever have to stay
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| The last first time
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| Last first time
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| Last first time |