paroles de chanson Last Person - Jenny Owen Youngs
Well
you're
sitting
on
a
barstool
Keeping
motionless
as
you
can
be
Thinking
maybe
if
you're
lucky
life
is
like
T-Rex
The
stillness
will
sweep
you
away
to
where
it's
safe
'Cause
you're
feeling
like
you're
the
last
person
left
on
the
planet
tonight
And
you're
scanning
the
horizon
seeking
out
signs
of
life
And
you
pray
that
you're
wrong
but
you're
right
So
hold
on
tight
'Cause
all
that
stares
back
at
you
are
bloodless
zombie
eyes
Why
don't
you
come
home
with
me
tonight
Alright
Alright
Not
trying
to
make
you
think
this
is
some
kind
of
great
big
deal
I
just
know
exactly
how
you
feel
I
could
be
the
thing
you
reach
for
in
the
middle
of
the
night
Let
me
be
the
one
who
treats
you
right
Let
me
be
the
one
who
treats
you
right
Now
I
know
you
never
seen
me
There's
no
reason
for
you
to
pay
mind
but
I'm
asking
very
nicely
And
all
it
takes
is
one
step
to
start
leaving
the
dead
behind
And
try
out
walking
life
I
mean
what's
the
worst
thing
(What's
the
worst
thing)
That
could
happen
We
find
out
that
we
don't
quite
fit
But
on
the
flip
side
(On
the
flip
side)
We
could
be
just
right
And
sure
there's
the
chance
that'd
we'd
both
end
up
broken
and
split
But
that's
my
kind
of
risk
So
quit
worrying
where
they'll
fall
if
you
should
roll
the
dice
Why
don't
you
come
home
with
me
tonight
Alright
Alright
Not
trying
to
make
you
think
this
is
some
kind
of
great
big
deal
I
just
know
exactly
how
you
feel
I
could
be
the
thing
you
reach
for
in
the
middle
of
the
night
Let
me
be
the
one
who
treats
you
right
Let
me
be
the
one
who
treats
you
right
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