Lyrics
what there was left of us, was all covered in dust and thick skin, a half eaten apple, the whole sistine chapel, painted on the head of a pin, a life long love's work, gone up in a smirk, and you didn't even see her waltz in, now this love is a ghost, for having played host, to the most unoriginal sin, at the wedding we smiled, while some devil played wild violin, soon after the chapel, she offered me that apple, one bite and i was gone with the wind, and you needed no proof, cause the whole naked truth, was wearing only an infidels grin, and a proud school boys boast, for havin' left his post, for the most unoriginal sin, now the juke box is hummin', al the venial short comings of men, but i found me this drink, that can finally sink, all this guilt i been wallowing in, buddy once you get started, once true love's departed, you do it over and over again, so tonight i will toast, just who ever comes close, to the most unoriginal sin, so tonight i will toast, just who ever comes close, to the most unoriginal sin
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Artist: hiatt, john