Words and Music by Neil Diamond
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Sleepy old sun, sleepy old day,
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sleepy old tree gonna make me some shade.
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Sleepy old time on my side of town,
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I'm feelin' fine, I'll explain to you now.
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Don't think, feel; ain't no big deal.
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Just make it real and don't think, feel.
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It don't take plans to clap your hands,
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when it feels nice just don't think twice.
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Some worry all day 'bout who they can trust,
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some worry all night 'bout money and lust.
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Worry they do and worried they die--
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and after they're gone just the bankers cry.
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Don't think, feel; ain't no big deal.
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Just make it real and don't think, feel.
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It don't take plans to clap your hands,
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when it feels nice just don't think twice.
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Life is a card, you take what you get.
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You do what you can to feel no regret.
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You do what you can, forget about words,
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just go with the feelin' it usually works.
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Don't think, feel; ain't no big deal.
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Just make it real and don't think, feel.
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It don't take plans to clap your hands,
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when it feels nice you don't think twice.
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Don't think, feel; ain't no big deal.
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Just make it real and don't think, feel.
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It don't take plans to clap your hands,
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when it feels nice you don't think twice.
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Don't think, feel; ain't no big deal.
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Just make it real and don't think, feel.
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Don't Think...Feel
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| Neil Diamond |
