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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 |
