| Well, I’ve got a lot, Lord, I’ve got a lot of losing
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| Friends and heroes I’m packing up and moving
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| One of these days I’ll be left with nothing
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| But memories and old time
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| So I better get, yeah, I better get accustomed
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| 'Cause I’ve got a lot, Lord, I got a lot of losing
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| By and by and by and by and by
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| Well, we never got paid but we had a lot of laughs
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| For running like thieves through the streets of Chicago
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| Look at me now, I’m leaning out apartment windows
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| Singing 'I Still Miss Someone'
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| So I better get, yeah, I better get accustomed
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| 'Cause I’ve got a lot, Lord, I got a lot of losing
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| By and by and by and by and by
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| Picking up speed, picking up the pieces
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| Losing leaves in every season
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| The winter ends right at my feet
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| With flowers peeping up through a crack in the concrete
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| Well, I’ve got a lot, Lord, I’ve got a lot of losing
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| Friends and heroes I’m packing up and moving
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| One of these days I’ll be left with nothing
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| But memories and old time
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| So I better get, yeah, I better get accustomed
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| 'Cause I’ve got a lot, Lord, I got a lot of losing
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| By and by and by and by and by
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| I’m picking up speed, picking up the pieces
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| Losing leaves in every season
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| The winter ends right at my feet
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| With flowers peeping up through a crack in the concrete
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| Well, I’ve got a lot, Lord, I’ve got a lot of losing
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| Friends and heroes I’m packing up and moving
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| One of these days I’ll be left with nothing
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| But memories and old time
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| So I better get, yeah, I better get accustomed
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| 'Cause I’ve got a lot, Lord, I got a lot of losing
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| By and by and by and by and by
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| By and by and by and by and by
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| And by and by and by and by and by |