|_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |    |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |     Ah the living ain't easy_       With all of these_ false_ e_-mo_-tions_       Too little devo_-tion_  and I'm tired_ of just_ Being a_lone_    she's no-ot the same_ She's a son of a gun_  she's a red_ hot_ flame_ She lights_ the_ sun_  and conjures up the_  rai-ai-ain_       Like any good gam_ -bler_     I was chained to a wis_-hing_  well_     I keep wishing_  in vain_    but listen friend_ Don't_ look_ now_  she's right behind_ you_ Looking for some_-one_  to take her inside_ It thrills_ her so_  it's a rainbow_  ri-i-ide_     I'm a little un_-easy_     And there ain't much_ pride_ inside_  me_     She don't know how it hurts_ and I'm_ telling you_ It's too_ late_  now_    she's no-ot the same_ She's a red_ hot_  kid_  she's a_  crying shame_                         Anytime_ is the right_ time_     To get on_  with a_ new_  tomor_-row_     But I could never let_ yesterday_ go-o_ And when the falling_ rain_    makes_ me sad_ She comes_ to me_  in the dreams_ I've had_ In the morning_  light_  in the dead of_  ni-i-ight_     Ah_ the loving ain't_ ea_ -sy_     I_ let it_ get the best of_  me_     She don't know how it hurts_  and I'm telling you_ It's too late_  now_  she don't talk no_  more_ She don't make_ me_ feel_  like she di-id_ before_ There's too much_ wait_ and too much_  give and take_     I'm a little un_-ea_-sy_     And there ain't much_  pride_  inside_  me_     She don't know how it hurts_ and I'm_ telling you_ It's too_ late_  now_    she's no-ot the same_ It's too_ late_  now_    she's no-ot the same_ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |