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Well, don't you take it too bad |
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If you're feelin' unlovin' |
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If you're feelin' unfeelin' |
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If you're feelin' alone |
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Don't take it too bad |
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'Cause it ain't you to blame, babe |
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Lord, it's some kind of game, babe |
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Out of all of this living |
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That we've got left to do |
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And if you go searching |
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For rhyme or for reason |
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Then you won't have the time |
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That it takes just for talkin' |
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About the places you've been, babe |
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About the faces you've seen, babe |
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And how soft the time flies |
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Past your window at night |
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And we just can't have that, girl |
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'Cause it's a sad, lonesome, cold world |
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And a man needs a woman |
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Just to stand by his side |
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And whisper sweet words in his ears about daydreams |
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And roses and playthings |
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And the sweetness of springtime |
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And the sound of the rain |
