And the light you gave
You took when you were gone
It's a war that can't be won
With fists or talk or money
And there's no escape
But there's nothin' I want more
But I'd better stop complainin' now
I guess because
Too many sad words
Make for sad, sad song
Too many sad words
Make for sad, sad song
And the night you came
You won me, all and all
And the better part of everythin'
Is born to run
And the price of fame
Is that they love you when you're gone
But I better stop complainin' now
It's useless because
Too many sad words
Make for sad, sad song
Too many sad words
Make for sad, sad song
Too many sad words
Make a sad, sad song
Too many sad words
Make a sad, sad song
Sad Songs Video (MV)
Performed By: The Frames
Length: 3:09
Written by: COLM MACCONIOMAIRE, GLEN HANSARD, GLEN JAMES HANSARD, JOSEPH DOYLE, , JOSEPH PHILLIP DOYLE, ROBERT BOCHNIK
The Frames - Sad Songs Lyrics
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And the light you gave
You took when you were gone
It's a war that can't be won
With fists or talk or money
And there's no escape
But there's nothin' I want more
But I'd better stop complainin' now
I guess because
Too many sad words
Make for sad, sad song
Too many sad words
Make for sad, sad song
And the night you came
You won me, all and all
And the better part of everythin'
Is born to run
And the price of fame
Is that they love you when you're gone
But I better stop complainin' now
It's useless because
Too many sad words
Make for sad, sad song
Too many sad words
Make for sad, sad song
Too many sad words
Make a sad, sad song
Too many sad words
Make a sad, sad song
You took when you were gone
It's a war that can't be won
With fists or talk or money
And there's no escape
But there's nothin' I want more
But I'd better stop complainin' now
I guess because
Too many sad words
Make for sad, sad song
Too many sad words
Make for sad, sad song
And the night you came
You won me, all and all
And the better part of everythin'
Is born to run
And the price of fame
Is that they love you when you're gone
But I better stop complainin' now
It's useless because
Too many sad words
Make for sad, sad song
Too many sad words
Make for sad, sad song
Too many sad words
Make a sad, sad song
Too many sad words
Make a sad, sad song
Writer: COLM MACCONIOMAIRE, GLEN HANSARD, GLEN JAMES HANSARD, JOSEPH DOYLE,, JOSEPH PHILLIP DOYLE, ROBERT BOCHNIK
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.