| My way my word and one good shoe
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| A book that I was halfway through
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| My train of thought my mother’s ring
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| I’m good at losing things
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| My words my nerves all track of time
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| The shoulder of a friend of mine
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| The places where my hope still springs
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| I’m good at losing things
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| Well I lost my place and I fell behind
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| Baby when did you get so hard to find
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| I’ve been careless with your love I know it’s true
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| When did I start losing you
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| My faith my fight my childhood home
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| My love of spending time alone
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| The taste for whiskey and its sting
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| I’m good at losing things
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| My dad myself and Peace of Mind
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| My favorite dog and so much time
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| The song my grandpa used to sing
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| I’m good at losing things
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| Well I lost my place and I fell behind
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| Baby when did you get so hard to find
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| I’ve been careless with your love I know it’s true
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| When did I start losing you
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| A string of pearls a boy I loved
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| Her baby curls a small red glove
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| My face in what your love could bring
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| I’m good at losing things
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| Well I lost my place and I fell behind
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| Baby when did you get so hard to find
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| I’ve been careless with your love I know it’s true
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| When did I start losing you
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| When did I start losing you
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| Tell me I’m not losing you |