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Paroles
Did you believe that life
Did they catch you red-handed
Did it take all night
To get outta your head
You came out for the weekend
And you're dancing while they're sleeping alone
We're all terrified of something, you seem terrified of nothing
It's such a slow burn, right?
To be living out regrets
In real time
An addiction to the faults
Yeah, that's kinda your default
It takes living on the edge to become a living legend
There's not a doubt in my mind
You are the last of your kind
You let the other ones shine
That's a display of your kindness
You want the finest of wine
You want it all of the time
Though it's hard to stand by
You are the last of your kind
You tried to leave that life
But it caught you red-handed
Oh, with your fist in the air, you'd be running for weeks
I'll be honest with ya but it's tongue in cheek
So what's different
C'mon, tell me what's missing
We're all terrified of something
There's not a doubt in my mind
You are the last of your kind
You let the other ones shine
That's a display of your kindness
You want the finest of wine
Yeah, you want it all of the time
Though it's hard to stand by
You are the last of your kind
Take my hand, take me home
I can't stand these people
Cheap cut white and diesel
What's the point of it
Take my hand, take me home
I can't stand these people
Cheap cut white and diesel
Take my hand, take me home
I can't stand these people
Cheap cut white and diesel
You are the last of your kind
Take my hand, take me home
I can't stand these people
Cheap cut white and diesel
You are the last of your kind
Writer(s): Andrew Banovich, Cameron Little, James Vann, Tom Switlek
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