Blue's out side my door,
I don't even know if it's raining.
But I've been here before,
and I don't want to be here again.
Every now and then, voices on the wind,
take me back to the first time.
Far away and clear, you can hear the teardrops,
falling for the last in love.
.
If I let you down,
all I can say is I'm sorry.
Now it's all over town,
and I don't want to hear it from you.
Please don't look away, it's hard enough to say,
this could go on forever.
When the night is clear, I can hear the teardrops,
falling for the last in love.
Every now and then, voices on the wind,
I may love you always, and always
Far away and clear, you can hear the teardrops,
falling for the last in love.
Calling for the last in love.
Will we always be the last in love?
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