| Well, sometimes you can’t tell east from west
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| Sometimes you run without a rest
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| Just when you think that luck is best
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| You face the acid test
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| And sometimes the king will lose his throne
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| Sometimes the queen wants to be alone
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| Just when his loveful heart is grown
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| Her heart is sinking like a stone
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| Sometimes the rain comes falling down
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| Like the tears of a clown
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| Well, sometimes there’s too many shades of gray
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| Looks to me like a dangerous game to play
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| Don’t get tired upon a way
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| If you overrun your stay
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| Sometimes the rain comes falling down
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| Like the tears of a clown
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| Sometimes your feet don’t touch the ground
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| On life’s merry-go-round
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| Well, sometimes you can dance with magic groove
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| Then again your feet refuse to move
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| Could be country, could be the blues
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| Could be a headline in the news
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| And sometimes your life can hit you hard
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| You find no winners on the court
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| Some days when the riding gets too hot
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| You need the sweepings of the part
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| Sometimes the rain comes falling down
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| Like the tears of a clown
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| Sometimes your feet don’t touch the ground
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| On life’s merry-go-round
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| Sometimes the rain comes falling down
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| Like the tears of a clown
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| Sometimes your feet don’t touch the ground
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| On life’s merry-go-round |