Just one last time I wanna hear it,
Excuse me the prophets of change…
Just one more time I wanna hear it,
So pull a chair and play…
My tears have songs of a million lives away.
My friends were gone; I was the only one to stay.

So play for the dunes of destruction
Any genre you say,
Or play for love and devotion

In its Last Day Break
We’ll fly across the skies you’ve painted with her eyes,
Fly above the blind with a broken wood guitar

It’s the last train out of New Orleans
Have I seen too much?
For the last train out of New Orleans
My scar will be untouched…
Now ghosts of smiles are dancing through my mind,
How could I once hide the hauntings of the past?
I’ll never hide my heart.

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