Feeling fallen like a stone
You ask your mother, "is it true?"
Stays to listen, nose is cold
We can't work it out

(It's following me)
(It's following me)
(It's following me)
(It's following me)

(It's following me)
(It's following me)
(It's following me)
(It's following me)

It's no fun, you're the last one
We're the last to know, we're the last to know
It's no fun, you're the last one
You're the last to know, you're the last to know

Kept all the letters like I should
No one is asking, "am I good?"
So ?, just might lose it
You know it's out there?

(You feel it fall)
(You feel it fall)
(You feel it fall)
(You feel it fall)

(You feel it fall)
(You feel it fall)
(You feel it fall)

It's no fun, you're the last one
You're the last to know, you're the last to know)

Is there anybody else?
Is there anybody else?
Is there anybody else?
Is there anybody else?
?
You feel it fall

Is there anybody else?
Is there anybody else?

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Writer(s): Eddie Taylor