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Andrew Petrocelli - Last Week Lyrics

He left the boring streets behind him
Desperate to pour out his heart and soul

Foot on the gas his eyes on the road now
Skeletons screaming from the back seat

Feeling it now but too late to turn back
Fires on the distant street we grew up on last week

Now I'm on my own
Can't seem to stop but
I know I can't keep going on like this

Am I all alone?
Grasping onto something
That keeps on slipping through my hands

Every turn I take it all leads back to you
I'm sick and tired of asking for direction

And the pills stop working out
When you start taking
What you want not what you need
So see you in the rear view

Now I'm on my own
Can't seem to stop but
I know I can't keep going on like this
Am I all alone?
Grasping onto something
That keeps on slipping through my hands

Now I'm on my own
Can't seem to stop but
I know I can't keep banging on walls that have already fallen

Am I all alone?
Grasping onto somеthing
I know I can't keep banging on walls that have already fallen