Lyrics Last To Make It Home (Apple Music Home Session) - Sam Fender
Mary,
what
looked
like
a
mirage
Made
of
glimmering
silver
in
sunken
eyes
It
was
actually
there
in
the
palm
of
my
hand
But
your
existence
is
widely
debated
I'm
godless
and
wrecked
But
I
can't
live
by
those
stakes
The
semantics
are
totally
outdated
And
the
love
I
had
is
never
enough
It
bores
me
and
and
leaves
me
frustrated
I'm
the
last
to
make
it
home
I'm
the
last
to
call
it
off
I'm
the
last
to
meet
my
bed
And
last
to
bring
home
the
bread
And
last
to
make
it
home
Mary,
you
were
online
The
sociopathic
part
of
me
Hit
the
'like'
In
the
hopes
I'd
coax
you
out
of
my
derelict
fantasy
A
bump
in
the
road
Turned
into
a
fissure
I
currently
live
in
Though
I
am
a
soundboard
to
some
With
myself
I
am
not
so
forgiving
I'm
the
last
to
make
it
home
I'm
the
last
to
call
it
off
I'm
the
last
to
meet
my
bed
And
last
to
bring
home
the
bread
And
last
to
make
it
home
I'm
the
last
to
make
it
home
I'm
the
last
to
call
it
off
I'm
the
last
to
meet
my
bed
Last
to
bring
home
the
bread
Last
to
make
it
home
Mary,
looked
like
a
mirage
Glimmering
silver
in
sunken
eyes
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