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• Artiste: Passenger
• Titre: A Song For The Drunk And Broken Hearted
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Sweet Sunday afternoon, September's golden brown Summer always fades too soon like the laughter of a clown Shadows fill the room where sorrows come to drown Your heart’s a late bloom as you sink another one down I know it knows the way you feel Blurs what is right and what is real There's no love left you could steal For the joker, love is so long As the jesters outsmarts it And the gambler tries to win back what he's lost And the sad mind sings a song For the drunk and broken-hearted And the fool, he never knows how much it cost The sweet Sunday afternoon and all that candy heart Is an old, familiar tune for you’ve forgotten half the words The sunlight floods the room like a silent flock of birds And hopes a red bloom, disappearing through the clouds I know it knows the way you feel Blurs what is right and what is real And there's no one here to make a deal with For the joker, love is so long And the jesters outsmarts it And the gambler tries to win back what he's lost Oh, and the sad mind, he, sings a song For the drunk and broken-hearted And the fool, he never knows how much it cost Yeah, well, the joker, he loves the long As the jesters outsmarts it And the gambler tries to win back what he's lost Oh, and the sad mind, he, sings a song For the drunk and broken-hearted Oh, and the fool, he never knows how much it cost Well, the fool, he never knows how much it cost