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
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Don't Take It Too Bad
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| Steve Earle |
