| Ain’t it hard to be troubled
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| When things are goin' all wrong?
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| And you sit down and you think about
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| The dear ones that are gone
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| And you try to put yourself someplace
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| Someplace you cannot see
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| You just gotta try and live your life
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| And take what you receive
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| There are bright times a-comin'
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| Through the grey sky up above
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| Then you lift your head up high
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| And the sun begins to shine
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| There are bright times a-comin'
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| Through the grey sky up above
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| Then you lift your head up high
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| And the sun begins to shine
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| So the next time that you’re troubled
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| Try and lend a helpin' hand
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| Givin' something to some other one
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| Will make you more a man
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| What you give is what you get returned
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| You can’t ask for any more
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| You realize you’ve done your best
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| Who could ask for more?
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| There are bright times a-comin'
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| Through that grey sky high up above
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| Then you lift your head up high
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| And the sun begins to shine
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| Now, the sun is shinin' early
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| You know you’re finally on your way
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| And you realize you made it
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| You got more to give today |