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Sing a song of sad young men, glasses full of rye |
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All the news is bad again, kiss your dreams goodbye |
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All the sad young men sitting in the bars |
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Knowing neon lights missing all the stars |
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All the sad young men drifting through the town |
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Drinking up the night, trying not to drown |
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All the sad young men singing in the cold |
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Trying to forget that they are growing old |
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All the sad young men choking on their words |
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Trying to be brave, running from the truth |
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Autumn turns the leaves to gold, slowly dies the heart |
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Sad young men are growing old that's the cruelest part |
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All the sad young men seek a certain smile |
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Someone they can hold for a little while |
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Tired little girl does the best she can |
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Trying to be gay for her sad young man |
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While the grimy moon watches from up above |
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All the sad young men play of making love |
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Misbegotten moon shine for sad young men |
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May your gentle light guide them home tonight |
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All the sad young men |
