| Lose your keys under the house
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| Lose the button from your blouse
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| Lose the plastic diamond ring from the parade
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| Lose the color in your lips
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| Lose the swingin' in your hips
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| But if you lose me in your grips
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| I must be saved
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| Lose the harmonies we learned
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| Lose the taste of bread you earned
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| Lose the stash you always kept but never craved
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| Lose your rhythm, lose your lines
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| Lose your sense of passing time
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| But if you lose me in your mind
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| I must be saved
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| And if you find your conscience plagued
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| By some misplaced or righteous rage
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| Then lose yourself instead
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| Till you remember to forget
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| Lose your passion and your hope
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| Lose the knotting in your rope
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| Lose your armor in the struggles that you brave
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| Lose the children that you bore
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| Lose the battle, lose the war
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| But if you lose me in your core
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| I must be saved
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| Lose your reverence for winners
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| Your patience with forgiveness
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| You don’t have to be a master or a slave
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| Lose your senses, lose your mind
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| Lose your faith in human kind
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| But if you lose me down the line
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| I must be saved
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| And if you find your conscience plagued
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| By some misplaced or righteous rage
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| Then lose yourself instead
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| Till you remember to forget
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| Lose perfection for a start
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| Lose the dream you kept apart
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| Lose the chance to find another who’d behave
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| And then if you haven’t yet
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| Lose your loser’s last regret
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| For if you lose me in your net
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| I must be saved
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| Lose the vows we never spoke
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| Lose the punch line to the joke
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| Lose your innocence as if willingly you gave
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| Lose the kettle and the pot
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| You can lose the best you’ve got
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| But if you lose me in your heart
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| I must be saved |