| He doesn’t know what to do with his plans
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| All the thoughts keep him rolling in the night
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| He doesn’t know what to do with his hands
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| They’re just always sticking out like a knife
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| He’s lost his bag, oh no
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| Where’s the last place you saw it, Pedro?
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| Pedro’s fallen in love he’s lost all his heart to her
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| His love found another love
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| The lost words of a whisperer
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| He’s lost his heart, oh no
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| Where’s the last place you saw it, Pedro?
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| Oh where was the last place you saw it, Pedro?
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| Oh no Pedro, it’s gone all wrong
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| But it’s alright we’re all in this song
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| Oh no Pedro, it’s gone all wrong
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| But it’s alright we’re all in this song
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| He doesn’t know what to do with his words
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| How to send them from the brain to the mouth
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| What order does he put them in?
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| Which words does he just leave out?
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| He’s lost his gods, oh no
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| Where was the last time you saw them, Pedro?
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| Oh where was the last place you saw them, Pedro?
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| Oh no Pedro, its gone all wrong
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| But it’s alright we’re all in this song
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| Oh no Pedro, its gone all wrong
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| But it’s alright we’re all in this song |