And the light you gave You took away when you were gone It's a war that can't be won With fists or talk or money And there's no escape But I'd better stop complaining now I guess because
Too many sad words make a sad, sad song Too many sad words make a sad, sad song
And the night you came You won me all and all And the better part of everything Was born to run And the price of fame Is that they love you when you're gone But I better stop complaining now It's useless because
Too many sad words make a sad, sad song Too many sad words make a sad, sad songTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
