| Sweet Sunday afternoon
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| September's golden brown
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| Summer always fades too soon
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| Like the laughter of a clown
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| And shadows fill the room
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| Where sorrows come to drown
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| Your heart's a lead balloon
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| As you sink another one down
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| I know it numbs the way you feel
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| Blurs what is right and what is real
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| And there's no love left you can steal
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| For the joker laughs along
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| As the jester's outsmarted
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| And the gambler tries to win back what he's lost
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| And the sad man sings a song
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| For the drunk and broken hearted
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| And the fool, he never knows how much it costs
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| Sweet Sunday afternoon
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| And all that can be heard
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| Is an old familiar tune
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| Though you've forgotten half the words
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| And sunlight floods the room
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| Like a silent flock of birds
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| And hope's a red balloon
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| Disappearing through the clouds
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| I know it numbs the way you feel
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| Blurs what is right and what is real
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| And there's no one here to make a deal with
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| For the joker laughs along
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| And the jester's outsmarted
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| And the gambler tries to win back what he's lost
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| Oh and the sad man he sings a song
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| For the drunk and broken hearted
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| And the fool, he never knows how much it costs
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| Yeah well the joker he laughs along
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| As the jester's outsmarted
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| And the gambler tries to win back what he's lost
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| Oh and the sad man he sings a song
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| For the drunk and broken hearted
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| Oh and the fool, he never knows how much it costs
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| Well the fool, he never knows how much it costs |