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(L. Hall) When everything is wrong somehow and nothing here is new |
printable copy of the lyrics to Last Days Of May |
| You like to think it´s up to me to spin the world for you And is it the truth now that everything´s forgotten here Is it the truth now or do we just not see things clear Didn´t we have second thoughts the last days of May Didn´t we try hard enough to find something to say The day is almost done by now The sun is setting fast We hang on to the fading light dreaming ´bout the past But is it the truth now that everything´s forgotten here I´ve come to depend on the morning beer and evening sun And when there´s nothing more not the same old door not the mornings, not the me and you No more hurting fights, no more love at nights not a new day from now on |
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