Back door slams got it bi this time.
Been sitting in the corner staring at her monkey shrine.
When hope has lost and the fire dies.
Just put it in your pocket and think of better times.
Just like a dream.
Be the last one.
This time.
I've been standing cold by the firelight.
Feeling old trying to chase the passing time.
Now hope's not lost 'cause the fire cries
Just put me in your pocket and think of better times.
Just like a dream.
Holding back relentlessly,
Extract ourselves to never be,
Be the last one,
Folding pages endlessly,
Forever broken,
yeah i'm the last one
Be the last one
This time.
Better than you,
Much Better than you,
Better than you,
Much better than you.
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