I'm gonna love you (love you) Baby, let's go out with a bang We could be the last love song ever sang Love you like it's the end of the world I'm gonna hold you (hold you) Hold you as long as I can in this world So let's cheers to the moments of beauty

Tell me, tell me Everybody, sing Like it's the last song you will ever sing We were born for this Do you feel the pressure now? (We were born for this) Everybody, live Like it's the last day you will ever see Can you feel the pressure?

This is my swan song. And if the Lord provides the music for the world around to sing, My love will build a castle in the air. Whatever I do now, I do it well. I fell in love with you I love you well. This is my last chance, A chance to show the world

Everybody sing Like it's the last song you will ever sing Tell me, tell me do you feel the pressure now? We were born for this (We were born for this) Everybody live Like it's the last day you will ever see Tell me, tell me can you feel the pressure? And

I'm yo man (I'm yo man) I came with everything you needed You and me are undefeated until the end of time One mind, one heart, one love All you gotta do is take This was made to last forever So let's say it together For the rest of time (You are all I

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 I'm sending a message to you And I'm hoping that

I don't wanna live this destiny It goes on endlessly These lies are leading me astray Its too much for me to stay I see you so please stay strong I'll sing you one last song And then I'm gone This love this hate is burning me away In a time of need only

Just thinking about all our good times together And I wish it could last forever and ever And we roll back home This is our last song I'm bout to spring breakdown And just thinking bout how It's been a real good run Playing out here in the sun, year

This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year Waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer And his dreams of tomorrow,

It must have been moonglow, way up in the blue It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you And I keep on prayin', "Oh Lord, please let this last" We seemed to float right through the air Heavenly songs seemed to come from everywhere And now