| On the day before the day before the new year
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| The snow is falling on my prairie home
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| I’m so far away from where I started
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| But no closer to where I belong
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| How many trails have I gone down for no reason?
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| Just to learn that I can’t leave myself behind
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| And the only devil I’ve ever seen was in the mirror
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| And the only enemy I know is in my mind
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| Won’t you tell me how long must I pay off these dues?
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| Won’t you tell me is winning learning to lose?
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| You said it, oh but say that it’s not true
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| Is winning really learning to lose?
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| Everywhere that I turn, the cards stack against me
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| And I wonder was it bad luck or just design?
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| And all the things I’ve had to do without have been a blessing
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| But sometimes a blessing is a curse in disguise
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| Won’t you tell me how long must I pay off these dues?
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| Won’t you tell me is winning learning to lose?
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| You said it, oh but say that it’s not true
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| Is winning really learning to lose?
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| Is winning really learning to lose? |