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When the last of the tourists had gone
Well, the town felt stupid
Like a fading paramour, abandoned and bereft
As the last of the tourists packed his bags and left them
When the last of the tourists was gone
When the last of the tourists had gone, well, the town felt nervous
There was nobody left to sell to, to swindle or to cheat
Just a multitude of mopeds moping in the street
And when the last of the tourists had gone
And like a henna tattoo, the beauty of
The town would fade with the season
Until the beauty of the town, where the last of the tourists had gone
And when the last of the tourists
Had gone, well, the town felt lonely
And the prices in the cafes, they were all wrong
The band was in the tavern, sick of all their songs
Oh, when the last of the tourists had
Gone, like they sold off the summer
And so the salt from the ocean, now the sun in
The sky, with the last of the tourists had gone
And when the last of the tourists had
Gone, well, the town felt let down
And the waitress who'd been laid off, she walked along the pier
And she dreamed of the one who'd gone and left her there
Oh, when the last of the tourists had gone
Was it the end of the world or the end of the season?
As she got on the bus, you know, it felt like treason
And the beauty of the town with the last of the
Tourists, the last of the tourists had gone