The last time I saw William, he was as good as gone
He'd packed up all his poetry and his hurtin' songs
Well they say that he died, but the papers lied
About our long lost favourite song
And the last time I saw William, he was all undone
He'd lost his bag of thunder, and his brave disguise
He was trying to find some kind of peace of mind with brand new eyes
But it all came back in shades of black, like a past that's just begun
And the last time I saw William, he was a man on the run
years
undone
trying
troubadour
tonight
thunder
peace
cannot
walking
empty
disguise
poetry
marquee
brand
shades
better
begun
shaky
glory
praise
corner
souls
brave
boulevard
about
favourite
feelings
william
papers
black
holding
ground
light
loneliness
songs
never
packed
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