| So I lost the car, I lost the house,
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| I lost the job, and I lost the keys
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| I lost a good friend, and who I was then,
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| And being sure of anything
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| Nothing is ever wasted
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| Not the sweet or bitter fruit I’ve tasted
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| Nothing is ever wasted
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| Blew a kiss, to Icarus,
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| On brilliant wax wings
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| We fell to the ground
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| So I climbed a hill
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| I’m standing there still,
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| Arms open wide not looking down
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| Nothing is ever wasted
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| Not the sweet or bitter fruit I’ve tasted
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| Nothing is ever wasted
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| I’ve lost pre conceptions, sense of direction,
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| I lost a child and I lost my doubt
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| I lost my mother and at one time or another
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| We strip it all down and toss it all out
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| Nothing is ever wasted
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| Not the sweet or bitter fruit I’ve tasted
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| Nothing is ever wasted
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| All things will change, there’s no one to blame
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| Doesn’t it feel like it is somehow sacred,
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| And I am aware, of what a person can bear
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| When there is a reason for them to face it.
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| Nothing is ever wasted
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| Not the sweet or bitter fruit I’ve tasted
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| Nothing is ever wasted |