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  Dontcha take it too bad, if you're feelin' unlovin'

  If you're feelin' unfeelin', if you're feelin' alone.

  Dontcha take it too bad, 'cause it ain't you to blame babe,

  It's only a game made, out of all of this livin'

  That we got left to do.

And if you go searchin' for rhyme or for reason

Then we won't have the time that it takes just for talkin'

About the places you've been babe

About the faces you've seen babe

And how soft the time flies, past your window at night.

And we just can't have that girl

Cause it's a sad lonesome cold world

And a man needs a woman to stand by his side

And whisper sweet words in his ears about daydreams

And roses and playthings

And the sweetness of springtime

And the sound of the rain.

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Don't you take it too bad, if you're feelin' unlovin'

 If you're feelin' unfeelin, if you're feelin' alone

 Don't you take it too bad, cause it ain't you to blame, babe

 well it's some kind of game, babe, out of all of this living,

 that we've got left to do.

Aw if you go searchin, for rhyme or for reason

well then you won't have the time that it takes just for talkin

about the places you've been, babe, and the faces you've seen, babe

and how soft the time flies past your window at night.

And we just can't have that girl, cause it's a hard lonesome cold world

and a man needs a woman to stand by his side

and whisper sweet words in his ears about daydreams

and roses and playthings, and the sweetness of springtime

and the sound of the rain.