| I don’t know how to keep a good thing
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| I’ve lost it all before
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| Had a sweet girl back awhile
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| I walked right through her door
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| Out of town, out of state
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| Out of all she could see through
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| Don’t think I’ll ever find love again
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| But I know how to lose you
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| Down the hall, she turns off the lights
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| I’ve left before the dawn
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| No words said, not one tear shed
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| But for awhile you’re gone
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| Then I’m neatly dressed in my emptiness
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| Out on the bright avenue
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| Don’t think I’ll ever find love again
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| But I know how to lose you
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| You know the story, still I hope for myself
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| Like a man who plays the lottery, expecting great wealth
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| No regard for his mental state, his emotions or his health
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| Like this was all happening to some other version of himself
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| People see me on the street
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| They don’t recall your name
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| It’s like they never seen us before
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| How well I hide the pain
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| And tip my hat and crack a grin
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| And remark on a sky so blue
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| Don’t think I’ll ever find love again
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| But I know how to lose you
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| Don’t think I’ll ever find love again
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| But I know how to lose you |