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For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere read more
For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere it comes to light,
In every cranny but the right.
It's the good loser who finally loses out.
It's the good loser who finally loses out.
Now those memories come back to haunt meThey haunt me like a curse
Now those memories come back to haunt meThey haunt me like a curse
Every day I work so hardBringin' home my hard earned payTry to love you baby, but you push me away.
Every day I work so hardBringin' home my hard earned payTry to love you baby, but you push me away.
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
When wealth is lost, nothing is lost; when health is lost, something is lost; when character is lost, all is read more
When wealth is lost, nothing is lost; when health is lost, something is lost; when character is lost, all is lost.
Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of read more
Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of losing you.
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.
No man can lose what he never had.
No man can lose what he never had.
