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Ballad Of The Sad Young Men lyrics
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 lights
Missing all the stars
All the sad young men
They're waiting 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
Someone to love them for just a little while
Tired little girl
Does the best
She does the best that she can
Trying to be gay for her sad young man
While grimy moon
Watches from above
All the sad young men
Why they play making love, making love, making love
Misbegotten moon
Shine for sad young men
Let your gentle light
Guide them home again
All the sad young men
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- Track 8 on Bop for Kerouac
- 7 Down St. Thomas Way
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