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Reba Mcentire The Last One To Know

last one to know The first one to cry and the last to let go Why is the one left behind the one left alone With no one to hold The last one to know

need to talk about my situation and you're the only one who'll understand. Now someone's got designs on my baby. She's making her intentions very plain. We both know

another one to feed on the way. Two willing hands, that couldn't find work today. He stares at the river and curses the future, that he can't understand. He knows

You know I can't find the letters you wrote to me in school. And that shoebox full of photographs got lost in my last move. I gave away that old twin

who used to hold me. She's got the man who told me I was his everything. She's got the man who used to love me, who placed no one above me. How he made

last one to know The first one to cry and the last to let go Why is the one left behind the one left alone With no one to hold The last one to know

last one to know the first one to cry and the last to let go. Why is the one left behind the one left alone with no one to hold. The last one to know