The Last Time Words & music by Kate Lovelady & Billy Dechand, 1997, Bucktooth Music (ASCAP) He said the first thing to come to your mind, the little prick proves you're awake, alone again, these are your hands this is your bed, its lonely frontiers wide and cold. Bandaged thick with sheets and sleep and unreasonable dreams . . . get up, tear the pictures down, scrub their shadows from the walls, you'll never look at them again (like) it's the last time You thought because he was dancing close (that) he was dancing with you you've nailed every dip and turn, learn the steps to exit gracefully. Flickers of hope, blaze a maze you've followed him in so long . . . only a bitch forgets cleanly once the memories are aired from every shirt and sheet and beaten from the pillow. This is the last time, just like just like the second last time, . . . He was the first man she ever trusted he was the second man she ever trusted she's had it now she says this is the next-to-last time, the very next-to-last time. Just like the last time like the second last time like the third last time Just like... |
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drspecial- March 28th, 2009
Here are the lyrics from "The Last Time", the first track on my first CD, Pop Another Cork.
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