Sam Smith - One Last Song Lyrics
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One Last Song
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What Are The Lyrics For One Last Song By Sam Smith?
Maybe one day
I won't sing about you I'll sing a song about someone new But right here, right now You are on my mind And I think about you all the time I'm sending a message to you And I'm hoping that it will get through When it was good it was bittersweet honey You made me sad 'til I loved the shade of blue I know you don't want to talk to me So this is what I will do Maybe you're listening So here's one last song for you Here's one last song for you And I hope it makes you feel And I hope it makes you burn And I hope it reminds you of how much it hurt I'm sending a message to you And I'm hoping that it will get through When it was good it was bittersweet honey You made me sad 'til I loved the shade of blue I know you don't want to talk to me So this is what I will do Maybe you're listening So here's one last song for you In case you hear this Then know you're the love of my life Want to tell you I'm sorry I miss having you by my side When you were mine When it was good it was bittersweet honey You made me sad 'til I loved the shade of blue I know you don't want to talk to me So this is what I will do Maybe you're listening So here's one last song for you Here's one last song for you |
Who Wrote One Last Song By Sam Smith?
Charles Emanuel Smalls, James John Napier, Samuel Frederick Smith, Tyler Sam Johnson
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What's The Duration Of The One Last Song By Sam Smith?The duration of One Last Song is 3:15 minutes and seconds. |
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