| 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 |