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Chapter 54
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Sing a song of sad young men,
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glasses full of rye. |
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All the news is bad again
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kiss your dreams goodbye. |
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All the sad young men
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sitting in the bars |
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drinking up the night
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and missing all the stars. |
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All the sad young men
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drifting through the town |
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drinking up the night
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trying not to frown. |
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All the sad young men, |
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singing in the cold |
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trying to forget
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that they are growing old. |
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All the sad young men
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choking on their youth, |
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trying to be gay
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running from the truth. |
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All the sad, sad, sad young men. |
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Autumn turns the leaves to gold
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slowly dies the heart.
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Sad young men |
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are growing old, |
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that's the cruelest part.
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Like in real life, Sad you men continues
on the next page: |
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