) How can you listen all night long? (Night long, night long) How will it matter after I'm gone? Because you never learned a goddamned thing You're just a sad song
t you watch yourself. Don't head into shit again. [Roxie Hart] - You're a liar, Fred. [Fred Casely] - Oh, yeah, so what? [Roxie Hart] You lied to
's all that you get from a radio song I've told that story a thousand times So I'm stealing yours to be mine All those sad books and worn out hooks that
of here, I need my head clear I know my voice isn't great but at least it's sincere We are so conditioned to fall It's sad the song of the year is still
Sad Sad Monster. Turn those horns up. Burn the back roads. Find your way out. Troubled love life... give the gift of yourself... to the dark "Ground
it gets to feel like Hallowed ground is a shallow grave Where ne'er the bluebird sings Last time home when I played this song You said, "Dad, it's sad
It was Christmas eve, babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me Won't see another one Then he sang a song The rare 'Old Mountain Dew' I turned my
look out for one another [VERSE 2] Thinkin back when I was chillin with K-Von, but now he's long gone So I carried on and wrote this song to keep the
The fancy cars The women and the caviar You know who we are 'Cuz we pimpin' all over the world The fancy cars The women and the caviar You know who we
there's a magic glow to the sea But as we move through the streets we can feel the fear As night goes on there's a tragic show in the city Those songs
luck well omaha's so drunk it's my terabithia so pull over let's watch the mountains burn this is where i want be and let that sad sad song that always
would have none Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one And always wanted to live like just
luck, I would have none Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one And always wanted to live like
you Through the long night? Days are so long, you're not around But I only know one thing Tired of sleeping with the lights on And writing all these sad songs
as if nothing has ever happened On that piece of ground I've learned other songs on the piano The fair doesn't come anymore Until late September And those songs make me Sad