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Song: | The Last Good Day Of The Year |
Album: | Cousteau | Genres: | Jazz |
Year: | 2000 |
Length: | 301 sec |
Lyrics:
Don't tell me That you get sick of living When the summer's so forgiving although we have stolen All of the things that we thought we had owned then Have disappeared
All these things in flavour Won't do you no favours When the summer's light is fragrant with scents of returning You relent, you resent, now you're burning For nothing to change
There's something there Amongst the fallen fruit and flowers, won't rest Only minutes, only hours, unless Now the morning breaks in showers, I guess We'll remember this all of our lives On the last good day of the year On the last good day of the year On the last good day of the year
All the leaves are turning Autumn's fingers burnished Furnished here in hope and in faith in the meantime Kinda working my way through a dream I was having alone Was having alone
There's something there Amongst the fallen fruit and flowers, won't rest Only minutes, only hours, unless Now the morning breaks in showers, I'm left With the North Wind breathing down my neck On the last good day of the year On the last good day of the year On the last good day of the year There's something there Amongst the fallen fruit and flowers, won't rest Only minutes, only hours, unless Now the morning breaks in showers, I guess We'll remember this all of our lives On the last good day of the year On the last good day of the year On the last good day of the year On the last good day
Ooh, don't tell me Don't know where I end and where you begin Don't know where I end and where you begin Don't know where I end and where you begin Don't know where I end Oh, yeah
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