One Last Time

And though she wasted all my time
And I know guilt is on my mind
It isn't awful as it seems
I think my soul has what it needs

So I can fade to different times
Or maybe say what's on my mind
Cause it's been hard to keep it in
I'm never sleeping here again

It isn't easy as it seems
To just believe in everything
And baby I can't face myself
And you know I won't face myself

But when I keep my head up high
There's always something in the sky
Those eyes are looking down at me
I'm always stuck right in-between

Fold those pretty clothes and come back home
Fold those pretty clothes and come back home

Fold those pretty clothes and come back home
Fold those pretty clothes and come back home



Credits
Writer(s): Roy Neville Francis Stride, Jonathan Michael Maguire, Andy Brown
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