| I’m losing things
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| That’s what old-fashioned love brings
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| Lost the key to the house
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| The feeling in my mouth
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| I’m losing things
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| I’m forgetting things
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| That’s what old-fashioned love brings
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| Forget the number of the street
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| The shoes on your feet
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| I’m forgetting things
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| 'Cause I’ve a limited capacity in my brain
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| When my brain is filled with you
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| Like they’ve impaired the ability
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| I had to know just what was true
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| And it’s a real Greek Tragedy I know
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| But so much of me don’t care
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| I’ve forgotten every name in my life
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| But I still remember her
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| Well I’ve lost belief
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| But I’ve found if you turn that stone,
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| there’s love underneath
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| And when I have belief
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| I spend all my time
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| Cleaning the grime from my holy teeth
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| I’m losing things
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| I’m losing things
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| And it’s a real Greek Tragedy I know
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| But so much of me don’t care
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| I’ve forgotten every name in my life
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| But I still remember her
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| Yes, I’m losing things
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| Yes, yes, yes I’m losing things
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| And it’s a real Greek Tragedy I know
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| But so much of me don’t care
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| I’ve forgotten every name in my life
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| But I still remember her
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| That’s why I’m losing things
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| I’m losing things |