As I lay here by my woman I know I'm back where I belong again
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I can't help but think about you though and all the things that might've been
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But we used commonsense to work it out we quit before the word got out
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We hurt each other stead of hurtin' all the rest
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But why'd the last time have to be the best
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Why'd the last time have to be the time the time we made our poem rhyme
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You were perfect no more no less Lord why'd the last time have to be the best
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Today I passed our old meetin' place
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You know it's not hittin' like we used to think it was
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I guess we were just blinded by passion runnin' with the burnin' love
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But we used commonsense...
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I guess I'll always wonder why the last time had to be the best
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Why'd The Last Time Have To Be The Best
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| Bill Anderson |
