Last Song
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Yeah, I got your letter, right on time
I didn't wanna know what was inside
I just looked at the envelope
And the way you wrote my name
And my stomach burned and my throat hurt
'Cause I already knew exactly what you wrote
You said you're not in love
But you love me
Just not the way you want
So I'm sorry 'bout every song that I ever wrote for you
I know it's selfish, but what was I s'posed to do?
But I think there's one more thing
That I can do for you
I can make this the last song I ever write for you
I hope New York City can put you to sleep
'Cause you never get to fall asleep with me
So just write when you can
And if I get it, I'll write back and say hello
And as for me, I'll put a record on and drink
And hopefully pass out, watching it spin
But don't let me make you feel bad; I promise
Everything is good
I'm just sorry 'bout every song that ever wrote to you
I know it's selfish, but what was I s'posed to do?
But I think there's one more thing
That I can do for you
I can make this the last song I ever write to you
So I'll just burn all the fantasies with her
And keep the memories locked up
And it's gonna hurt and if it gets any worse
I'll just try not to think about her, any more
But I'm sorry 'bout every song that I ever wrote for you
I know it's selfish, but what was I s'posed to do?
But I think there's one more thing
That I can do for you
I can make this the last song I ever write for you
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