The last time I saw William, he was as good as gone
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He'd packed up all his poetry and his hurtin' songs
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Well they say that he died, but the papers lied
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About our long lost favourite song
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And the last time I saw William, he was all undone
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He'd lost his bag of thunder, and his brave disguise
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He was trying to find some kind of peace of mind with brand new eyes
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But it all came back in shades of black, like a past that's just begun
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And the last time I saw William, he was a man on the run
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He said
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Chorus:
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It's better to fly than to hold on to shaky ground
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It's better to let the feelings die, when they're holding you down
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I saw a long line of loneliness in the corner of his eye
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But I never did see William cry
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Now the years run down the boulevard, and the marquee is long gone
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There's a troubadour in an empty bar, playin' hurtin' songs
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All the gold and praise from the glory days cannot save our souls tonight
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And the last time that I saw William
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He was walking away, walking away from the light
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chorus
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The last time I saw William, he was all undone
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The Last Time I Saw William
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| Alannah Myles |
