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The art of losing is not hard to learn |
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To lose, forget, and leave behind |
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Forget one moment, never to return |
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Surreptitiously declined. |
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The first cut is the deepest, so they say, |
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The anger of an anxious mind |
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Once acquainted with this constant loss |
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It leaves you without clues behind |
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I lost the reason, lost the thought, lost the sense it almost got forgot the reason why to yearn; accepting to unlearn. |
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Down, down we glide |
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Downgrade our inner pride |
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Down, down the spiral |
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To our denial... |
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A million memories quietly steal away |
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Without us knowing they are gone |
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All they leave us is a |
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BLEARY sense |
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That something totally went wrong |