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The Last Song This is the last song that I'll ever write after this it's time to go I find that I have nothing else to say I used up all the chords I know This is the last song that I'll ever write My meager talent had dried out No happy tunes to play no words to rhyme nothing left to sing about This is the last song that I'll ever write My well is dry I have no choice The inspiration has gone somewhere else I lost my feel I lost my voice People are so busy time is running fast you better hurry up if you don't want to end up last The days are so demanding the competition's strong so who can pay attention to one more silly song People needs to cope with stimulations all around with too much information and no purpose to be found There's just so many problems so much that can go wrong so who can spare the time for one more catchy song This is the last song I'll ever write I'll just pack my guitar and turn off the light and hope that you might, hope that you might listen This is the last fading chord Last withering sound the very last word I hope that you heard, hope that you heard and listened |
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