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