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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 nights, and 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're growing old |
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All the sad young men, choking on their youth |
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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 cruellest part |
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All the sad young men, seek a certain smile |
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Someone they can hold, for just a little while |
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Tired little girl, does the best she can |
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Trying to be gay, for a sad young men |
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While a grimy moon, watches from above |
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All the sad young men, who play at making love |
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Misbegotten moon shine for sad young men |
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Let your gentle light guide them home again |
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All the sad, sad, sad, young men |
