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I don't give a damn 'bout your second hand And I don't mind being your third or fourth main man That tattoo on your ring finger where your love used to be Is just a scar with a funny, sad story to me Yeah, I'm a bit used up myself My Blue Book value's low I hear whispers like a shadow I drag in my undertow I got skeletons in my closet, the time ain't forgot See I got what I needed, so now I got what I got We've been cast east of Eden And north of our youth West of the Hudson, somewhere south of the truth Wandering the desert, but I swear to you This is the last first time I'll ever have to say The last first line I'll ever throw away The last first night You'll ever have to stay The last first time I see your cactus has needles and your roses have thorns And the angels on your shoulders are looking pretty worn I can tell by their wings and the pop songs they sing That they're tired and frightened about everything So your heart's been broken too many times Playing second fiddle in some sadistic nursery rhymes Well, the past ain't punishment No, it's wisdom you earn So come here baby and show me what you've learned We've been cast east of Eden And north of our youth West of the Hudson, somewhere south of the truth Wandering in the desert, but I swear to you This is the last first time I'll ever have to say The last first line I'll ever throw away The last first night You'll ever have to stay The last first time This is the last first time I'll ever have to say The last first line I'll ever throw away The last first night You'll ever have to stay The last first time It's the last first time I'll ever have to say The last first line I'll ever throw away The last first night You'll ever have to stay The last first time Last first time Last first time
Writer(s): Patrick Joseph Mccusker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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