Know It All

There's paper all over the place and books strewn about the room.
It is written all over your face. Care to share or give us a clue?

Oh, come on, won't you tell me the truth?

First to cut down all of your logic, Mr. Head-of-the-Class, held high.
Brutally cynic with his song. Jesus, I thought I knew the guy.

Oh, come on, won't you tell me the truth?

Oh, come on, won't you tell me the truth?



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Dibiase, Mike Fisher
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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