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Tekster: Bleu Edmonson. Lost Boy. Last Call.


Look at us here, sittin around
Pissed off at the world, pretending to drown
A memory, and fix reality
Afraid to admit, here in the bar
We're pieces of shit, pretend we aren't what we are
It's sad, tonight I've got it bad
But there's nothing I can do
And there's nothing you can say

Somebody hurt me, somebody hurt you
Last call, we all fall down
A haunted family we all belong to
Last call, we all fall down

Some drink redemption, some take the pills
Crazy Jake in the corner, runs a special on thrills
A means to an end, everybody's best friend
Maybe somebody ran out, maybe you pushed em away
Maybe you caught her on top when you came home early today
I know, I know
But there's nothing I can do
And there's nothing you can say

Somebody hurt me, somebody hurt you
Last call, we all fall down
A haunted family we all belong to
Last call, we all fall down

Sitting here screaming not making a sound
There's a slow rolling darkness on the edge of town
We'll make it through somehow
We got each other now

Somebody hurt me, somebody hurt you
Last call, we all fall down
A haunted family we all belong to
Last call, we all fall down
Bleu Edmonson