The Ballad Of The Sad Young Men
Sing a song of sad young menGlasses full of ryeAll the news is bad again soKiss your dreams goodbye
All the sad young men sitting in the barsKnowing neon nights missing all the starsAll the sad young men drifting through the townDrinking up the night trying not to drownAll the sad young men singing in the coldTrying to forget that they're growing oldAll the sad young men choking on their youthTrying to be brave, running from the truth.Autumn turns the leaves to goldSlowly dies the heartSad young men are growing oldAnd that's the cruelest partAll the sad young men seek a certain smileSomeone they can hold for a little whileTired little girl does the best she canTrying to be gay for her sad young manWhile the grimy moon watches from aboveAll the sad young men play of making loveMisbegotten moon shine for sad young menlet your gentle light guide them home tonightAll the sad young men
All the sad young men sitting in the barsKnowing neon nights missing all the starsAll the sad young men drifting through the townDrinking up the night trying not to drownAll the sad young men singing in the coldTrying to forget that they're growing oldAll the sad young men choking on their youthTrying to be brave, running from the truth.Autumn turns the leaves to goldSlowly dies the heartSad young men are growing oldAnd that's the cruelest partAll the sad young men seek a certain smileSomeone they can hold for a little whileTired little girl does the best she canTrying to be gay for her sad young manWhile the grimy moon watches from aboveAll the sad young men play of making loveMisbegotten moon shine for sad young menlet your gentle light guide them home tonightAll the sad young men
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