(Heaton/Rotheray)
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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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Forgot 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 had belief
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I spent 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
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Losing Things
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| The Beautiful South |
