| This is the last time
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| That I will say these words
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| I remember the first time
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| The first of many lies
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| Sweep it into the corner
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| Or hide it under the bed
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| Say these things, they go away
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| But they never do
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| Something I wasn’t sure of
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| But I was in the middle of
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| Something I forget now
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| But I’ve seen too little of
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| The last time
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| You fall on me for anything you like
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| Your one last line
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| You fall on me for anything you like
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| And years make everything alright
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| You fall on me for anything you like
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| And I, no, I don’t mind
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| This is the last time
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| That I will show my face
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| One last tender lie and
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| Then I’m out of this place
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| Tread it into the carpet
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| Or hide it under the stairs
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| You say that some things never die
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| Well, I tried and I tried
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| Something I wasn’t sure of
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| But I was in the middle of
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| Something I forget now
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| But I’ve seen too little of
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| The last time
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| You fall on me for anything you like
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| Your one last line
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| You fall on me for anything you like
|
| And years make everything alright
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| You fall on me for anything you like
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| And I, no, I don’t mind
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| The last time
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| You fall on me for anything you like
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| Your one last line
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| You fall on me for anything you like
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| And years make everything alright
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| You fall on me for anything you like
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| And I, no, I don’t mind |