| Song | Learning To Unlove You |
| Artist | Anthony Strong |
| Album | Stepping Out |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You will take a little time | |
| But now I’ve got forever that’s OK | |
| To take you off the books | |
| Untangle all the hooks | |
| I’m looking forward to it in a way | |
| * * * | |
| Getting to forget you will be like tearing down | |
| The palace of your image in my mind | |
| Take one last look around | |
| And burn it to the ground | |
| Unloving you will take a little time | |
| * * * | |
| To treat you like a fever, like my known enemy | |
| To be a nonbeliever in my own memory | |
| * * * | |
| I come down every morning no more than half awake | |
| A headful of ideas in my mind | |
| A belly full of lead | |
| And strangers in my bed | |
| Unloving you will take a little time, oh really / my darling | |
| Unloving you will take a little time. |
| You will take a little time | |
| But now I' ve got forever that' s OK | |
| To take you off the books | |
| Untangle all the hooks | |
| I' m looking forward to it in a way | |
| Getting to forget you will be like tearing down | |
| The palace of your image in my mind | |
| Take one last look around | |
| And burn it to the ground | |
| Unloving you will take a little time | |
| To treat you like a fever, like my known enemy | |
| To be a nonbeliever in my own memory | |
| I come down every morning no more than half awake | |
| A headful of ideas in my mind | |
| A belly full of lead | |
| And strangers in my bed | |
| Unloving you will take a little time, oh really my darling | |
| Unloving you will take a little time. |
| You will take a little time | |
| But now I' ve got forever that' s OK | |
| To take you off the books | |
| Untangle all the hooks | |
| I' m looking forward to it in a way | |
| Getting to forget you will be like tearing down | |
| The palace of your image in my mind | |
| Take one last look around | |
| And burn it to the ground | |
| Unloving you will take a little time | |
| To treat you like a fever, like my known enemy | |
| To be a nonbeliever in my own memory | |
| I come down every morning no more than half awake | |
| A headful of ideas in my mind | |
| A belly full of lead | |
| And strangers in my bed | |
| Unloving you will take a little time, oh really my darling | |
| Unloving you will take a little time. |