| Don’t make a fool of me behind my back
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| Don’t go to him for all the love you lack
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| If I’m a fool to you baby
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| Then why do you stay here?
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| The excitement you felt could be repeated
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| And so will the pain of being cheated
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| Why are you telling everybody
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| That you’ve got something to tell me?
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| Stuck in a scrapbook we’re keeping things
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| Cuttings as yellow as wedding rings
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| Why are we so sentimental
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| When life can be so brutal?
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| You went to him and then came back to me
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| I went to her and set me thinking
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| Who needs any artifice
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| When the world is full of natural bliss?
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| Now I know that I’ll be the last to know
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| I’ll be the last to know I’ll be the last to know
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| I’ll be the last to know
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| No more tears and no more lies
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| The lies I told myself
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| Pain sometimes life hurts
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| But this is just a bruise
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| And who knows where they go?
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| I don’t know
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| But I’ll be the last to know I’ll be the last
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| To know I’ll be the last to know I’ll be the
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| Last to know |