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Whole Lotta Losin'

Well, I got a lot, Lord, I got a lotta losing
Friends and heroes packing up and moving
And one of these days I'll be left with nothing
But memories and no time

So I better get, yeah, I better get accustomed
Cause, I got a lot, Lord, I got a lotta losing
By and by and by and by and by

Well, we never got laid, but we had a lotta laughs, so
Running like thieves through the streets of Chicago
Look at me now, I'm leaning out of open windows, singing
I still miss someone

So I better get, yeah, I better get accustomed
Cause, I got a lot Lord, I got a lotta losing
By and by and by and by and by

Picking up speed, picking up the pieces
Losing leaves in every season
The winter ends right at my feet with
Flowers creepin' up through the crack in the concrete

Well, I got a lot, Lord, I got a lotta losing
Friends and heroes packing up and moving
And one of these days I'll be left with nothing
But memories and no time

So I better get, yeah, I better get accustomed
Cause, I got a lot, Lord, I got a lotta losing
By and by and by and by and by

I'm picking up speed, picking up the pieces
Losing leaves in every season
The winter ends right at my feet with
Flowers creepin' up through the crack in the concrete

Well, I got a lot, Lord, I got a lotta losing
Friends and heroes packing up and moving
And one of these days I'll be left with nothing
But memories and no time

So I better get, yeah, I better get accustomed
Cause, I got a lot, Lord, I got a lotta losing
By and by and by and by and by
By and by and by and by and by and by and by and by

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