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Sing a song of sad young men |
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Glasses full of rye |
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All the news is bad again |
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Kiss your dreams goodbye |
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All the sad young men |
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Sitting in the bars |
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Knowing neon lights |
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And missing all the stars |
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All the sad young men |
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Drifting through the town |
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Drinking up the night |
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Trying not to drown |
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All the sad young men |
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Singing in the cold |
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Trying to forget |
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That they're growing old |
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All the sad young men |
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Choking on their youth |
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Trying to be brave |
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Running from the truth |
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Autumn turns the leaves to gold |
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Slowly dies the heart |
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Sad young men are growing old |
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That's the cruelest part |
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All the sad young men |
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Seek a certain smile |
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Someone they can hold |
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For a little while |
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Tired little girl |
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Does the best she can |
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Trying to be gay |
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For a sad young man |
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While the grimy moon |
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Watches from above |
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All the sad young men |
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Play at making love |
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Misbegotten moon |
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Shine for sad young men |
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Let your gentle light |
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Guide them home tonight |
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All the sad young men |
