| The last to know, party’s over and we won’t go
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| No one to laugh at our jokes anymore
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| There’s the door, don’t forget your hat.
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| The stores are all closed, couldn’t buy a break anyway
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| Saint Jude he couldn’t save you or me, I suppose
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| More miles than money, look at out lives and it’s so funny
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| More miles than money, we fall in love and it’s never funny
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| We’re the last, very last to know.
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| Last to know, we play the jokers in this minstrel show
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| Cause no one cares in this showbiz crowd anymore.
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| Got another cigarette, I’m not quite through with this story yet,
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| Nothing left here that we should fear, I suppose.
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| From the cradle to the grave all the memories never saved
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| Nothing here that we should fear so I’m told.
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| As the night slips away and we stumble towards another day
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| There’s nothing more that we can say, I suppose. |