Every single time,
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I see you in the street as you walk by,
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You're shuffling your feet as if to say, you'd rather die,
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Then live so far from home,
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I wonder is that why you're so alone,
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And if you found a place to call YOUR own, would you be fine?
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And you tell me that something good is bound to happen soon,
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And meanwhile you'll just wait inside your room,
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Do you find it odd,
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That you are not as strong as you once thought?
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And even if you run you might get caught, so you won't go,
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And you'll be the last to know,
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And even if you run you might get caught, so you won't go,
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And you'll be the last to know,
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The Last To Know
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Sherwood |