| Song | Last Last Time |
| Artist | Bleu Edmondson |
| Album | Live at Billy Bob's Texas |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Baker, Edmondson | |
| Empty parking lot, half a cigarette | |
| I got it off the ground, so it's a little wet | |
| I'm on the Southside, walking sideways | |
| I got too drunk again | |
| Now it's a cold night, kind of late this year | |
| Plans made, the cops are gone, and we're out of here | |
| But I need to catch my breath, cause it's 3am | |
| And I still miss someone | |
| This is the last last time | |
| I beg the sun to shine | |
| Addicted to a memory and it's killing me | |
| This is the last last time | |
| Now I should hide at home cause I can't drive | |
| Everybody's calling me to see if I'm alive | |
| They say they got a friend that I need to meet | |
| And she's never heard of you | |
| This is the last last time | |
| I beg the sun to shine | |
| Addicted to a memory and it's killing me | |
| This is the last last time | |
| I try to change your mind | |
| I'm addicted to the misery and it's killing me | |
| Yeah, it's killing me | |
| It won't stop killing me |
| zuo qu : Baker, Edmondson | |
| Empty parking lot, half a cigarette | |
| I got it off the ground, so it' s a little wet | |
| I' m on the Southside, walking sideways | |
| I got too drunk again | |
| Now it' s a cold night, kind of late this year | |
| Plans made, the cops are gone, and we' re out of here | |
| But I need to catch my breath, cause it' s 3am | |
| And I still miss someone | |
| This is the last last time | |
| I beg the sun to shine | |
| Addicted to a memory and it' s killing me | |
| This is the last last time | |
| Now I should hide at home cause I can' t drive | |
| Everybody' s calling me to see if I' m alive | |
| They say they got a friend that I need to meet | |
| And she' s never heard of you | |
| This is the last last time | |
| I beg the sun to shine | |
| Addicted to a memory and it' s killing me | |
| This is the last last time | |
| I try to change your mind | |
| I' m addicted to the misery and it' s killing me | |
| Yeah, it' s killing me | |
| It won' t stop killing me |
| zuò qǔ : Baker, Edmondson | |
| Empty parking lot, half a cigarette | |
| I got it off the ground, so it' s a little wet | |
| I' m on the Southside, walking sideways | |
| I got too drunk again | |
| Now it' s a cold night, kind of late this year | |
| Plans made, the cops are gone, and we' re out of here | |
| But I need to catch my breath, cause it' s 3am | |
| And I still miss someone | |
| This is the last last time | |
| I beg the sun to shine | |
| Addicted to a memory and it' s killing me | |
| This is the last last time | |
| Now I should hide at home cause I can' t drive | |
| Everybody' s calling me to see if I' m alive | |
| They say they got a friend that I need to meet | |
| And she' s never heard of you | |
| This is the last last time | |
| I beg the sun to shine | |
| Addicted to a memory and it' s killing me | |
| This is the last last time | |
| I try to change your mind | |
| I' m addicted to the misery and it' s killing me | |
| Yeah, it' s killing me | |
| It won' t stop killing me |