by Townes Van Zandt
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Well, don't you take it too bad
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if you're feelin' unlovin'
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well, 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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well, it's only a game made
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out of all of this living
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that we got left to do
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And if you go searchin'
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for rhyme or for reason
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well, 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 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 you take it too bad
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Townes Van Zandt |