Enterin’ the pub to clean up the mess.
From the day before, I am careless
Tryin’ to stop the gutterin’ blood.
But instead of that I started : 

Writin’ my fuckin’ last song.
Writin’ my fuckin’ last song.
Writin’ my fuckin’ last song.
Writin’ my fuckin’ last song.

That day I had it for the rest of my life.
But a strange force just kept me alive.
Now I’m glad I loved that sweet force.
It kept me away from the day I was: 

Writin’ my fuckin’ last song.
Writin’ my fuckin’ last song.
Writin’ my fuckin’ last song.
Writin’ my fuckin’ last song. 

Last song
Last song
Last song
Last song


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