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By townes van zandt |
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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 just some kind of game made |
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Out of all of this living |
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That we got left to do |
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And if you go searchin' |
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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 take just for talkin' |
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About the places you've been, babe |
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About the places 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 need a woman 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 |
