| It’s just like the last time.
|
| The part where I try to deny
|
| That she’s already said goodbye.
|
| Time and time again I find that I’m
|
| Lying quiet by her side
|
| Wondering what she’s got to hide. |
| This time…
|
| I guess I’m just a pastime
|
| Something to keep her occupied
|
| Till she decides to let it slide.
|
| And we both know she’ll come back on the fly.
|
| And I’ll pretend she’s justified
|
| And she’ll pretend I’ve got my pride.
|
| But I don’t understand why every time
|
| I get ripped all up inside
|
| Then I… give it one more try… a-ha
|
| So let this be the last time,
|
| Let this well of mine run dry
|
| So I don’t have to watch me cry.
|
| This time when she goes I’ll be resigned.
|
| Let me shut the door behind her,
|
| Let me put her from my mind.
|
| Let my spirits grow unkind,
|
| Let her be the one to find.
|
| That I… give it one more try… a-ha
|
| Try it one more time… a-ha
|
| This will be the last time.
|
| The last time…
|
| Maybe it’ll be the last time… a-ha
|
| Maybe it’ll be the last time… a-ha
|
| Maybe it’ll be the last time… a-ha
|
| Maybe it’ll be the last time… a-ha
|
| Maybe it’ll be the last time… a-ha |