| 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? |