I am a sad young man
Lost in a bar
Lost in the life
Lost in the love
The news are not so good
And I prefer to think without a glass in a bar
I prefer to dream
A dream with no stars
Drifting through the town
Trying not to drown
Trying to forget
That don't exist love
Trying to be brave
Running from the truth
Playing of making love
Remembering that they're growing old
And I wish the moon
To shine for me
With her gentle light
To guide me home tonight
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