| I’m no longer counting I’m not keeping score
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| I could say my list of lovers doesn’t matter anymore
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| But some are always in my heart
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| And some I’m not so sure
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| Either way they all left their mark
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| And for some I found a cure
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| chorus:
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| From one you learn something
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| Another you learn, nothing
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| And there’s one who might teach you everything
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| But before I learned to listen
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| And if indeed someone said it Then I guess I must have lost it on the wind
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| Back when I was younger each one was a prize
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| Love just came along and hit you right between the eyes
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| And one was just a trophy catch
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| And one was like a curse
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| Some would want to bleed you dry
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| Some might quench your thirst
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| In cold water I went fishing in warm seas I cast a line
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| And swore the heart I was reeling in was perfect at the time
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| You couldn’t tell me I was wrong, you couldn’t tell me anything
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| And if you did then I guess I must have lost it on the wind |