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Maurice white, charles stephney & philip bailey |
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Ain't it funny that the way you feel, |
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Shows on your face- |
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And no matter,how you try to hide it'll state your case- |
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Now a frown will bring your sprits down to the ground |
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And never let you see, the good things all around- |
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Everytime we seem to let |
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Our feelings show, our luck- |
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Run out and the wind won't blow- |
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But, that can't make me |
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That can't make me sad |
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Cause, i've been there before |
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Don't wanna go no more- |
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Sadness bears no remedy, for the problems in your life |
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Won't disappear- this world can't shake me |
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Bad times can't make me sad |
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Ole world can't take me |
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Won't let it drive me mad |
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While you run your race |
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Keep a smilin' face- |
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Help you set your pace |
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Life is on your case |
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Wish upon a sunnyday, it'll turn to rain- |
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Use the sunshine in your heart, to ease the pain- |
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We wonder, how your attitude is going down- |
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Is it wakin' and shakin' and safe and sound- |
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Everytime we seem, let our feelings flo- |
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Our luck runs out. |
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And the wind won't blow. |
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You can't shake me, the way i feel today. |
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Come tomorrow i'll feel the same way |
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Wake me! my heart us feeling glad- |
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I'll take you with me when you're feelin' bad- |
