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Lord, lord, what you got in store for me? |
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You gotta give me your word |
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that this boy won't bleed. |
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With arms too short to box with you; |
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what's your plan? Tell me and I'll follow through... |
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Why am I the last one to know? |
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I built up a temple inside with words inscribed |
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over the door "I'm right". |
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And one night I invited you in for awhile, |
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and when you walked out the whole place came down... |
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But why am I the last one to know? |
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Why am I always the last one to know? |
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I don't like the sound |
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of my heart breaking down. |
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It seems the more I've searched, |
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in the end the less I've found. |
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The harder I try to be right, |
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I get it wrong every time. |
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Wherever my heart goes, |
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I'm the last one to know. |
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I'm lost. Lord, I'm lost... |
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my last deal gone down, |
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and I'm the last to know how. |
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But, somehow, I'll make you proud of me |
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the way you're proud of the moon and the sea... |
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Why am I the last one to know? |
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Why am I always the last one to know? |
