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Am And the lGight you Fgave You took when you were Amgone It's a Gwar that can't be Fwon With fists or talk or money Am And there's Gno escapFe But there's nothing I want mAmore But I'd bGetter stop compFlaining now I guess because
FToo many sad Amwords make a sad, sad sGong 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 song <<< Email: katzel2006@yahoo.com >>>