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Well I've got a lot, lord, |
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I've got a lot of losing, |
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friends and heroes packing up and moving, |
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One of these days I'll be left with nothing |
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but memories and old time |
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So I better get accustomed, |
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cause I've got a lot, lord, |
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I got a lot of losing by and by... |
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We never got paid but we had a lot of laughs, |
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Running like thieves through the streets of Chicago |
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Look at me I'm leaning out apartment windows |
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singing 'I still miss someone' |
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And I better get accustomed, cause I've got a lot, |
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lord, I got a lot of losing by and by... |
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lord, I got a lot of losing by and by... |
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Picking up speed, picking up the pieces, |
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Losing leaves in every season, |
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But the winter ends right at my feet |
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with flowers peeping up |
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through a crack in the concrete |
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Well I've got a lot, lord, |
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I've got a lot of losing, |
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friends and heroes packing up and moving, |
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One of these days I'll be left with nothing |
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but memories and old time |
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So I better get accustomed, |
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cause I've got a lot, lord, |
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I got a lot of losing by and by... |
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Picking up speed, picking up the pieces, |
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Losing leaves in every season, |
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But the winter ends right at my feet |
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with flowers peeping up |
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through a crack in the concrete |
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Well I've got a lot, lord, |
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I've got a lot of losing, |
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friends and heroes packing up and moving, |
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One of these days I'll be left with nothing |
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but memories and old time |
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So I better get accustomed, |
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cause I've got a lot, lord, |
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I got a lot of losing by and by... |
